Dark Parts Poem by Greg Gaul

Some parts of this city I should not go
Too few streetlamps damped, wobbly wet walls
These are those parts that one ought not to know
Perfect settings where dark danger befalls

My mind has morphed the city I knew
Quickens my pace from shadows behind
Now meeting people who I stare straight through
Turning corners to streets I cannot find

Not belonging here only feeds my fear
Searching for a near nook, safe place to be
Far from silent steps behind me I hear
Striving eyes dart, hoping no one shall see

Tell me why, did I, venture out this day
Patter pulses pounding, one hastens away




8/26/21
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021