Category : Poems

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The footsteps click with distant sound, a narrow path leading abound. Each moment the child takes a step the shadows appear, a cold sweat as the homeless youth is taken over by fear. Cold frigid breeze chilling to the bone, a sign of late fall's whimsical hold. Not aware a shadow presides obscuring the lonely boy's rise. Face masked and knife in hand the boy turns to see the mysterious silhouette of a man. Trapped in the alley all alone, all he could do was scream and kick the stone. The intruder forcing on the homeless child, stifling his cries, throwing him to the ground with agile. Taking the blade and plunging deep leaving the boy to fall weak. No sound from his lips only the last crimson drips.