Just putting it out there...
THE DARK ALLEY...
The dark alley;
The desperate beating of a heart.
Petrified and yet composed
Somewhere in the distance she hears music-
Soft, slow music-bringing back the Memories-
Just for a moment-then she is back;
Inside her-things fall apart.
Dreams shatter; Drowning in a Puddle of Sorrow;
Reality sinks in-and she weeps-weeps like a baby.
Like a hungry baby; for love, comfort, security--Answers.
For a place called Home.
Alone in the alley.
The place begins to cave in, becoming smaller,
Making it hard for her to breathe. She turns-only to find darkness.
The Dead End.
It was hardshe could have done so much.
She longs to run-run-out of life.