Day: August 22, 2014

The Alley

Alleys are where bad things happen at night

We’ve all been warned about this before

However, after a successful night of pub crawling

You look so inviting

I feel a sudden pull, to walk into the darkness just beyond

And anyway, you cut my walk home in half

Come along, child

Walk with me

Afterall, what could possibly go wrong?


Picking up the pieces

Can be a daunting task

Looking around

Everything is shattered

Tiny reminders of days gone by

One by one

Until all is collected

And put neatly back

In the secret place

Where it stays

Until the day it’s needed again

And can be rightfully

Scattered about

© Dicky J Loweman 2014