Windows shut.
Doors closed.
Feet slap asphalt against darkened starless sky.
Voices murmur.
Thoughts thrum.
Stained cheeks puff cascading tears that won’t dry.
Chest heaving.
Heart palpitating.
Gasps weighed in swirling crushing sigh.
Solitude beckons.
Remorse implores.
My blue neighbourhood where scarlet wrists cry.
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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.