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Cold Alley
by
Alyssia
Damp,
inhabitants of death, lurk, hate gives it its mood, as odor
fills it.
Depression often strikes.
Welcome,
to the heartland of my soul,
"Isn’t it pretty?"
...the ever welcomed;
love, true friendship, happiness;
never come to this seemingly unwelcoming place.
So loneliness
makes itself
a home.
Many peak into the opening of this place,
but, often
leave scared, violated and hated.
Strangers, often, don’t know
what they are getting themselves into,
when,
they violate
this place.
My property trampled on.
Graffiti on the two walls
of this one-sided place.
Punishment deserved,
but, often,
misdirected.
Hate from this place often strikes
those who
violate.
When they leave this place of hate,
they close the fenced door of this cold alley way
and told to
" Never come back.",
as loneliness comes back
into
track.
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