...Some people live their lives
walking through dark alleys
to save their
sanity
from the threats of
what seems to be
the suspect of a usual doubt
Avoiding the pale light that
flickers with every blow
of a dictated system
They breathe
with their heads down
and the only thing that
makes them part
of what is real is their
unusual presence
mixed in the air
They tread their paths
like wading against the current
following the irony of a
peculiar scent
hoping that someday
it will lead them
to the promise of
Dry Silence...