A Street Where Pain Began Poem by Dave Alan Walker

u reminded me of okara's once upon a time.....short but with straight punch.....

Brief, but with a great depth that belies the length, within a few words, you paint a harrowing world of urban damnation. As a metaphor we are all living on streets with cold hearted faces in cold hearted places, given the way people act today with a solipsistic attitude, in which they are the center, it seems that perversion has become a new and twisted norm. Its a sad canvas you paint Dave, but its one I cant help but agree with, this is brutal but good. Their are to many streets like this in the world, if we continue to turn blind eyes what chance do we have of making things better

........an interesting write.....you leave the reader in suspense....if there is a hidden secret...of course we wish to know....is there a link to the story behind this poem? ....

cold hearted faces in cold hearted places That says it all. The last three lines hold all the secret. Beautiful poem that says a lot in just a few lines.