The dark Streets

As I walked down these dark streets,
A chill ran down my spine.
I cant express the feeling it gave,
It was too strange to define.

These streets I'd walked down so many times,
Yet never with so much fear.
I don't think I'll walk this way again,
As what scares me is still unclear.

These streets had seen me grow,
They'll probably watch me fall,
And when the time comes to take my bow,
They'll wrap me in my pall.

I hate these streets for making me,
The person that I'd become.
Yet now I no longer do what they want,
And dance to the beat of their drum.

Never before have I felt this way,
So defenseless and so meek.
I'm sure I'll overcome these thoughts,
That have made me feel so weak.

Now I walk the long way home,
It seems much safer to me.
It's better to be late, than not get there at all,
As I'm sure you will agree.

The moral of this story is not a clear one,
Yet it will stick within your head.
You never can tell what lurks in the dark,
Or underneath your bed!