The Mess in the Alley

cold and damp

It’s finally stopped raining but your jeans are soaking wet and if it were not for the tricks men make you turn you’d be worried about the cold that you could get. The day is nearly over descending in to grey you’re better off staying here now you are already wet and they need not see for what they pay.

You are feeling very twitchy it is hours since your last fix your stomach is turning somersaults and your mood is between and betwixt.You watch people passing the end of your little patch some with shopping some with children all with lives you’d love to snatch.

School children walking home ipods in their ears  you pick up their discarded cigarettes and wistfully long for their, undone homework fears. Life is so simple for them and some are older than you. They would spill their guts and run a mile had they had to do some of the things you do.

If you did not feel so dizzy you really would stand up you need to tart your face up and put on a smile the punters will be out soon so you need to practice your smile. You hope and pray that you can score tonight the cramps are getting worse and your legs are not up to running so there is no point in pinching some old dears purse.

You marvel at the fact that these men will still use you, you look a mess and smell even worse but still you thank God that they do. Why is your head thumping, you’ve not felt that way before have you got enough cash for a sandwich you’ve some money in your back pocket of that you’re pretty sure.

Why can’t you stand up you push your hand down on the floor. God what is this, is it blood it is, it is all over your hands and more. Your legs have turn to jelly and you have never felt so cold your chest feels tight and your guts hurt you so, you need to move you feel a hundred years old.

There is someone coming , you reach out for help , they see the blood, they are so shocked they let out a yelp. They haven’t stopped they have left you here what are you to do.Your life’s blood is leaving you fast and as you shed a tear it all begins to go black suddenly, yet you feel no fear.

“Some one call an ambulance, but I think it is too late . How could she just be left here and in such a state.”

52 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Fahad Naeem
    Jan 10, 2012 @ 23:16:58

    Why don’t you talk about strength, happiness and joy ?


  2. 4valentines4words4poetry4you
    Jan 11, 2012 @ 00:15:46

    very powerfull poem with a lot of meaning and very true words.


  3. Heather Whitley Gibson
    Jan 11, 2012 @ 17:22:18

    Great post! I have a new page because of personal reasons. Please feel free to follow me again at my new url I’m hoping to see you on my list soon. Thanks!


  4. zendictive
    Jan 11, 2012 @ 17:29:31

    beer and cigs… gambling with disaster is a thrill junkies game… there are so many avenues in life we could not write about them all…

    nor all the mess in the alley
    I too have walked in the valley of the shadows of death, destruction and mahem… I am a better person for this (I believe) not to mention a lucky one


    • willowdot21
      Jan 11, 2012 @ 18:06:07

      Amen to that, what does not kill us makes us better people. I truly believe this and I have seen some horrors, like you I have been to the edge. I write about what I feel affects me and I do not apologise for that. I am so glad you came through “the valley of the shadows of death” because I really value your page. x


  5. catcherofstars
    Jan 11, 2012 @ 22:18:09

    So sad and true. I hate that some have to live like that.


    • willowdot21
      Jan 12, 2012 @ 07:07:35

      Drugs, drink and gambling addiction are not the only reason that result in deaths like this , though they are the most common reasons. Many of these people are from bad or broken or abused homes I just wish we could help them all. xxx


  6. Vampire Weather
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 04:10:02

    Wow…so deep and starkly stirring. Thank you for sharing these dark thoughts Willow


  7. kate58
    Jan 12, 2012 @ 15:06:16

    Sadly true, & happens more than we care to admit. Maybe this will force people to look, to act. xx


  8. chris jensen
    Oct 14, 2016 @ 18:48:58

    Beautifully crafted, wonderfully pen…

    Sadness an sorrow, street life does bring, we’ve made our choice

    like there was no tomorrow..

    Within sweet loving gratitude,

    hugs chris


  9. Pat Cegan
    Oct 18, 2016 @ 16:12:29

    I can not imagine what a life like you so poignantly describe is like. May the light of love shine on all who walk this difficult path. This poem touched me deeply and made me feel grateful. hugs, pat (visit me at Source of Inspiration if you wish. )


    • willowdot21
      Oct 18, 2016 @ 16:46:28

      Hello Pat , thank you for the invitation, I shall visit your site. Life for addicts of all kinds is awful . They suffer and do their families. I have written a lot on this subject and also the plight of the homeless, addicts or not. We live in a harsh world we all need to care more. xxxx


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