Street With No Name Poem by Barbara Stahly

Here I am on a street with no name.
Where am I, where am I?
Is this some cruel game?
It’s starting to rain, the clouds overhead
Are as black as lead.
I start to walk, but don’t know where I’m going.
The street leads to nowhere, a street with no name.
Lost and alone on this cold dark street
The rain is wet beneath my feet.
A light in a window looks warm and inviting
I run to the window but the light goes out
Now I’m wondering what’s all this about.
Where am I, where am I?
On this street with no name.