MISUNDERSTOOD

 

Random moves and shameless dudes,

Midnight shades and sullen moods.

Roaming dark streets in silent hoods,

Secret signs and stolen goods.

 

A world of violence and cold, stark fear.

No words to be spoken, no sounds to hear.

Hiding in the shadows, in dark, dank doorways.

Sneaking through alleys, in the damp winter haze.

 

Cold empty gaze, no emotion or regret.

Stealthily watching and waiting, and yet,

Born into this world as pure as the rest.

Somehow, somewhere, they just fell from the nest.

 

Dartherino

Aug 2010