Pain comes in various shades and images and this one is well
penned with well chosen rhymes and short sentences which
brings out images without any struggle. Its natural…the pain
the sadness and the heaviness all rolled up as the author walks
the street…a well written piece.
Just one minor thing: “My sidewalk is covered, with sorrow
an dirt.” I think you meant “sorrow and dirt”…other then that
I liked this.