Leaves mix with discarded scratch card dreams.
Dirty tissues and cheap icy pole wrappers.
In front of these fearful peepers,
an elderly lady creeps.
Trolley bound and squeaking towards another cup of tea?
A friends house?
Good times or not?
These legs to drag in a similar direction.
Adrenaline drives them to dissatisfaction,
This is a curse,
a living FUCK!
Once more into the grey,
In mental sickness and in mental health,
for richness or porous.
Till death they don't start,