Paused.
The light in the tunnel is blocked.
A shadow emerges in silence,
& all I smell is death;
the stench of rotting carcass
lingers.
Nearer.
The shadow moves - hunched,
& stumbles towards me.
A penetrating echo
vibrates through the tunnel,
a cane shunts around
puddles.
Paused.
There is no light - only deaths
shadow, me & the putrid water
dripping down walls
covered in mould; graffiti
breathing life into this
concrete jungle.
Arrested.
A man stands - his stare,
holds my attention.
He sways; the wall & cane
prop him up.
A fetid smell, exacerbated by
wet gangrene, pollutes the
air.
Paused.
"Son, forgive me."
© Sia Jane
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Paused.
The light in the tunnel is blocked.
A shadow emerges in silence,
& all I smell is death;
the stench of rotting carcass
lingers.
Nearer.
The shadow moves - hunched,
& stumbles towards me.
A penetrating echo
vibrates through the tunnel,
a cane shunts around
puddles.
Paused.
There is no light - only deaths
shadow, me & the putrid water
dripping down walls
covered in mould; graffiti
breathing life into this
concrete jungle.
Arrested.
A man stands - his stare,
holds my attention.
He sways; the wall & cane
prop him up.
A fetid smell, exacerbated by
wet gangrene, pollutes the
air.
Paused.
"Son, forgive me."
© Sia Jane
This was inspired by someone's very raw and honest experiences! It isn't the narrative just my way of trying to step in to another's shoes <3