Street Poem by anwitars luwitars

Pebbles deform the skin of my feet,
Dirt makes me old from the outside,
Stray dogs force my mouth to show my teeth,
Fun comes from watching my blood dry.

My breaths shaping clouds by the cold air,
Hands are shaking, reminding me
Walking on an endless road while their
Rusty faces are locked on me.

Raindrop distorts the world by starting
A wave on the mirror of the sky.
I'm trying to cover the rays falling
onto, but I seem like a lie.

Start running to keep my soul alive,
More and bigger scars are appearing
With every step I make to survive
In the shadow of my being.

By looking back, no changes have been made.
Brushes of my feet are watching back
From the exact same place as before,
Showing reality through glass.

My heart started to stop,
Slowly my body turns dead,
Halo cracks above the top of
My head, while telling my farewell.