FredPeyer

Dead-End Street

Sorrow creeping along

A cold and empty street

My beating heart lying there

Destiny at my feet

Black clad lies whispering

In the quiet of the night

Anger swirling tempestuously

Around a single light

Illuminating all the broken promises

Heaped haphazardly on the sidewalk

Surrounded by swear words

Scribbled sloppily in white chalk

An exhausted dead-end street

Bereft of any name

Hiding in plain sight the promise

Of misery and shame