Black Street Poem by Michael Olajubu

Black Street



Hushed black street
Before my eyes poses
Misty narrow alley

Unattuned to my solid soles.
Nippy sensations into my cranium sink
Stacks of tremulous quiver

As I halt like stiff tall trunk of a rad old oak
With a stirring of dreadful doubts
To propel onwards or backwards.

Intuition tarries at crossroads;
Should I repel footprints or tread
A path unknown alone?

Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness
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