Alleys

There must be thousands of alleyways in this city
Dark alleys everywhere
In so many of them people have fought, cut each other down and placed punches and kicks to bodies that have already fallen
But what about the alleys in a person?
In a human?
In a boy?
How many times have i beat myself up?
How many times have I lain in one of those alleys, betwen building that shiver and houses that slouch, head down, doing nothing?
Tonight, however, I run through those alleys
Past wounded bodies, down grimly lit stairways, until I'm finally there
I feel it
I know it
I see myself lying there at the bottom of the deepest, darkest ally
A slight breeze wades across the floor
It whispers past the rubbish, picks up and moves along
Get up, I tell myself
Get up.
Slowly, eventually, I do.
I make myself realise that it's ok to be me, and desire reaches through me once again
I realise that there's nobody else in these alleyways to be me down or help me up
There's just me
I'm all alone