Walking these city streets,
as the rain falls.
The smell of dampness and filth,
are embedded in my nostrils.

My eyes down watching my feet,
the streams of water carrying trash,
and other I can't say.

In the corners of the dark,
there moves a shadow.
Its a human form laying in a puddle.

A rat scurries across the way, and I shiver,
Nausea is creeping up in my crawl,
and I walk a little faster.

These city streets are a scary place,
even during the day.
When night falls,
scared is not even the right word to say.

I finally reach my door,
and slide my key in.
My cat it greets me, with my dog.
I shed my wet skin.
I grab a cup of something hot and flip the TV on.

The news says a man died in a puddle all alone.
Found among the filth and rain.
Rats crawling all around.
A soul that suffered in these streets.
Now leaves homeward bound.

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