brick

sun sets early, foreboding the upcoming change -
cold and rough, like the bricks before you,
sandpaper walls that spell nothing but bloody scrapes.

the light cuts through the dark like a knife through soup -
the darkness is quick to repair the wounds,
but the loneliness just rips them further apart.

shadows and patterns sneer as you walk briskly by -
head down, shoulders tense, bag drawn near,
the echoes of your footsteps blending with the city night's din