Emptiness   

By Ben

I am that dark empty alleyway,

Quiet, never a sound made,

Car speed through like a highway,

Like the thoughts in my brain.

The broken fences fixed with a little paint,

But still feel the pain,

The gangster walks in the alleyway,

shining bright with a gold chain.

Selling yay to get paid,

he gets shot, leaves a stain,

that even paint can't terminate,

The garbage can stays in place.

Filth clogs the sunny day,

Always dark in the alleyway.