Follow the leader

_{Poem by [Linderel]}

On the crowded, lonely alleyways
a winding cobblestone hell
underneath a glaring sun
we walk, forward, for nothing

Sell your soul for a copper penny!--
a street vendor cries
beckons with yellowed, rottening smile
that holds no promise

So the children are content to stare
eyes wide in fear or awe-
the rocks are heavy in your grasp
and someone turns to lead you away

In another place
you would lie down, sigh
let the snow angels bless you
with their cold lifeless embrace

Here, hours crawl by
they circle around as a cage-
who told you to come?
One no longer remembers

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