Feet slap asphalt against darkened starless sky.
Stained cheeks puff cascading tears that won’t dry.
Gasps weighed in swirling crushing sigh.
My blue neighbourhood where scarlet wrists cry.
Another great read!
Wonderful poetry. I guess I really loved it because I love my neighborhood when I am alone with it at this time of the morning. I say hello to the squirrels and try to disturb the blue neighborhood as little as possible. Loved your poem. I have felt what you feel in it.