Comments about Anthony Sholtis
A sinful tread on empty streets
Alone I walk this dreadful beat.
None to pass nor share a smile
No cares to light this blightful mile.
Hopeless thoughts adorn my loss
Fear and misery.
Hushed tones arise aloud
Beyond what lies abound.
I exist where light does not
The place where souls are forgot.
Passed a road you do not go
For tears and apathy.