Poem: The Shivers of Night 😬

The Shivers Of Night

The smell of wet cement, 

The smell of the night, 

Cold kiss from the wind, 

Shivers and fright. 

I run and I run, 

Why do you run? 

I have no legs, 

And I have no arms. 

But I have to. 

I have to. 

Otherwise they will catch up, 

Accusing me of stealing another leg,

 another arm. 

You're kicking a stone wall, 

And it's still breaking. 

And you accuse me, 

Of your own harm. 

The Shivers of night, 

The Shivers of fright, 

I'm alone in this fight, 

I'm alone, in this fight.