Running, Darkened Alleys close around me, breath catches in my shattered lungs, Movement in an adjacent alley way, frenzied, fevered, seen no more, Multiple Dark shapes, under Bridges, on door steps Curled up like rats, Tall trees line the boulevards cutting out all but thin slivers of dark light, Nothing is at it seems, When the Sun goes down. Constructive ideas welcome, Thx for reading
Great job. Layout and transition seems a little bit wanky, but I felt myself speeding through it towards the end. A very intense short poem.