Autumn sun casts a day - time shadow on the northern tenement.

                       Darkness in the shade of hope to take me to the places I thought I didn't want to see, In the time when nobody trusted me. They would say "Don't say that ", so I did, Then they would say " Why'd you do that?, so I hid. Running into Discontent, there lied the trees of the naive, rekindled to and fro then , back and forth into the night. The black smoke had ascended into the urban sky. The green dumpster chilled by the winter. The residential windows restless to the memory of threats of homicide.                      
                       The turnover rate was high involving the roach infested tenements. But for the northern side of the city this was nothing but speakable. " Leave your dollar - store lights on all during the night, to save you from any hideous sight,or just a normal one. When the chemicals do leave your body, sleep shall be nothing but deluded and unforgiving. The circles of town surround the private scenery, Trimmed bushes . The sun would would look on from above. Holidays would stack themselves into a pile., mocking you with an aching smile. The bones that grow old with the start of the season., so to live what reason? You must find one now. Noone will do that for you.
                         A man with a boy's soul has commited a crime, but to the man's misfortune he can't do the time. Just as the homeless turn two nickels to a dime, he will pay with his soul. Every waking moment shall posess the man's dreams, his situation took hold of his sub-conscious, and left his mind screaming with thoughts uncompromising. There came the breaking point few do know. Woe onto the greedy. there judgement shall come before there time is up. Their elderly years will be stained with loneliness and tears,. It takes self sacrifice to get a taste of contentment., " So why am I not happy ", they will think, then fill their days with sorrow until their minds are on the brink.  When love is lost you will pay. When hope is lost they shall stray, but their hopelessness will find a way to bring their egos into a losing battle. Always winning is the timeless dirt that grinds against one's teeth in the midst of a tornado,