c l i c k     c l a c k

The sound of sand and dust
Walking
Not talking
Because

y o u     a r e     a l o n e

The lights just whisper
And the blister
On your foot
Is hurting you

h u s h     h u s h

The wind creates noises
Until you hear voices
When night falls onto the canvas
Of the street

g r o w     c r o w     c r a w l

Into darkness you fall
Feeling small
Already?
It’s not too late

f e e l     m e

You’re running out of oxygen
Pumping blood like
Flickering light
Is it too late?

f o l l o w     m e

        © Dominik Alexander / 2021