France
1947 it was
Streets of Paris
Darkened Ally Ways
Frost bitten buildings
Not many street lights
Paved pavements
Silence in the Early morning chill
I running home at Dawn
It was as if l won't see another day
My Red Gown making me uncomfortable walking a distance
Panting and out of breathe...
I stop to peer inside a shop Window
Shadows creeping inside
I swear l saw a figure looking back at me
Was it a....!? Was it ....rubbing my Eyes
Maybe l still have that hangover
Partying all night
Tired Soul and lonely on the the streets
Delusional mind
Life's ups and downs
Ohhh...l seemed to have lost my way
Morning come l find myself in the chambers of a Stranger
Copyright ~ Nasreen Malik 2017
Image not my own....All rights reserved to the Artist
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