Glares on the glasses added to blurry sight;
Lens flares, untied shoelaces worsened by rainy night.
Words slur, I shiver with fear;
Asking myself, Why am I here?
There’s a chill that went down my spine;
This feels like hell, nothing divine.
My clothes drip, soaked in rain,
I take a trip, crying in pain.
The street light shone brighter, my eyes are now sore,
I know I’m not a fighter, never been before.
Stepping in the puddles, I take the lonely road,
For whatever lies ahead,
Hell or heavenly abode.