One way Street - Mel Afoa

Walking on a one way street,
theres no where left to turn.
Waiting for a miracle,
the scars on my hands burn.
Running from life's angry tone,
I look for hope and love,
walking on a one way street,
Crows replace that dove.
The houses pass as i walk,
the sombre one way street,
as empty as a drunk man's can,
no rhythmic music beat.
Running from depression,
i look left and then right,
the night falls and engulfs me,
time to camp out with no light.
Family went and left me,
bagged clothes, no food, so dead.
The winds breeze and nature,
do comfort me instead.
I walk as the moon rises,
nocturnal as I seem,
No love to take me away,
from this never-ending dream.
The earth sleeps as im walking,
humans snoring peacefully,
whilst my journey is still going,
in this long, narrow one way street.
A knife crunched in my right hand,
I'll be sure to make no sound,
if I'm heard the policemen,
will run and get the pound.
Walking on a one way street,
Theres no where left to turn.
Waiting for a miracle,
the scars on my hand burns.