Death Around The Corner

April 3, 2012

Sleepless nights. Silence all around me even when I'm awake. Unfulfillment. The days are quicker and seem few. World in a recession. My city the murder capital. Hungry days, nights full of thirst. Thoughts at a standstill. Stuck. Dreams that reoccur. Weeks that are repetitious. Each having lesser meaning than the last. Could death be around the corner!?

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Comments (3)

QVNov 27, 2013

There are many problems which exists in the inner cities, thank you for capturing them in this piece. Keep on writing and sharing. Q.V.

Frank James DavisDec 20, 2012

Certainly sounds ominous, Bless; all one can hope for, I suppose, is that the corner be distant enough to allow for an unforeseen, necessarily radical change in direction. Intriguing piece!

jwienerJul 19, 2012

This poem addresses a problem that many people endure- the constant fear for their lives. Although the circumstances may be different, depending on where someone lives, this poem does a great job of describing how every person in this position has the constant longing to know what lurks around the corner.

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