Mumbling my way through,
It was dark as pitch in the alley,
Apart the cawing of the crows,
Or an occasional bat screech,
There was nothing to be heard or felt,

Questionable existence to be called for,
What did I make of it?
Maybe fit enough to crawl,
And close the rudimentary deals,
Ample for a cup of coffee, that’s all!

Omission of the pleasant,
Probably not the painful,
Had my share for both,
If you asked me the same forth,
But did it leak the core?

Braille getting me on the brim,
Keeping up with the rest,
Chewing on the gum,
Trying not to bloat,
Grain of rice feeding me fine,

Darkness was permanent,
Though light could be felt,
And the fragrance smelt,
For it was all I could tell,
Would scare me out of my wits,


Or give the comfort of home,
Ordinary area covered with stones,
Seldom would someone come by,
Not even a few close,
Probably darker than the dark,
That I observed all day long!