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.
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