The alleyway was dark and dusty <br />plastic wrappers clinging to corners <br />of depression, escape trapped by wind shifts <br />swirling in the tunnels of hope, <br />desperate drips from broken pipes <br />beating a soulful click, click <br />breaking into puddles of slime. <br /> <br />He lay there motionless <br />unmoved by the activity around him <br />devoid of all sound and sense <br />asleep in his gutter of dreams <br />still <br />eyes shut. <br /> <br />Asleep he was unmoving <br />Christ himself <br />crucified on the cross <br />of an alcoholic society. <br /> <br />His only resurrection <br />a few drinks away........ <br /> <br />Author Notes <br /> <br />AA? <br />© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,2 months ago<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/water-to-wine-3/
