The Alley Way Poem by Jonathan Kjaer

The Alley Way



The night so dark
And with these cuts mark
I won't last long
Laying in the alley way so long
I sit in the cold rain
Crying with extreme pain
Why must I face this dreadful fate?
Death cannot be delayed nor late
But why am I to face it so soon?
And with the cold silver moon
I begin to drift away
Into death's clutches as I lay in the alley way

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