In the gutters of love street I crawl <br />Drenched in the drawl of this pitiful <br />city. Among the littered remains of <br />leftover pains, peering over the edge <br />pledging allegiance to those that <br />choose to loose the self to oblivion. <br />They are on the sidewalks- <br />moving mannequins, walking corpses <br />whose souls rattle as they battle <br />to break through their brittle bones. <br />I see my reflection in all of their eyes- <br />Like looking into a lake and seeing <br />the skies. We are observers, we <br />cling onto the pavement of dead <br />passion. Above us they drift on <br />a gentle breeze of ignorance, as <br />we mingle when the slightest tingle <br />of salvation falls upon us. <br />Come now late summer rains pound <br />and drown this place into surrender <br />wash me upon a shore of release, <br />where she will find me in the gutter <br />where I crawl, and pull me into her arms.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-gutters-of-love-street-i-crawl/
