Dead StreetsA Poem by BrandonSomething that just came to me. Any feedback would ne appreciated.
My mind feels empty and my heart feels weak. Aimlessly walking the dark and lonely streets. There was a man I once knew who told me to keep my head up. I just saw him fall down. So I walk this dead end town. Bottle empty, falling from my hands. The end is in sight. So I grab the slipping drink and hold it tight.
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