Steet Lamp Poem by roman radman

the cold and dark night
leads a man to stroll down a street
there are rows of dead trees surrounding him
though it is spring
the man hides his head under a hood of fear
his hands are resting in pockets of lonelyness
hoveing down the empty road
the mans shadow grows shorter
a bright street light is shining down on the nothingness
onc he approches under the light
he haults
a tear trickles down his skinny face
leapping to the ground
it shatters like glass
the light flickers off
the man is alone
he has no friends
no family
no love

the man is alone...