In The Gutters Of Love Street I Crawl Poem by Not Long Left

In the gutters of love street I crawl
Drenched in the drawl of this pitiful
city. Among the littered remains of
leftover pains, peering over the edge
pledging allegiance to those that
choose to loose the self to oblivion.
They are on the sidewalks-
moving mannequins, walking corpses
whose souls rattle as they battle
to break through their brittle bones.
I see my reflection in all of their eyes-
Like looking into a lake and seeing
the skies. We are observers, we
cling onto the pavement of dead
passion. Above us they drift on
a gentle breeze of ignorance, as
we mingle when the slightest tingle
of salvation falls upon us.
Come now late summer rains pound
and drown this place into surrender
wash me upon a shore of release,
where she will find me in the gutter
where I crawl, and pull me into her arms.