The Pedestrian Poem

Walking down the lonely tranquil streets...

Nothing is visible

Only cold wind        

                                          breathing

          calmly                

                               and 

     quietly                       

Against my cheeks

                                              As far as I 

                                                 travel

                                              The only  

                                              source of 

                                             light on the 

                                            streets are

                                          television light
Waltzing around town
I have been halted by a police
As innocent as an infant I wish I were
I was hopeless
Only solution
Listen
                   or
die
I was hopeless, my only choice was to listen and enter the door
What good is there for living in this world/? Sometimes I wish questions never existed.