Outside

Going outside, the trees sway back and forth the cool breeze passes by my face i shiver and walk on, hands in my pockets i see cars on the road, people rushing by with a frown on their faces i look around, shops all around me an empty carton, swiftly sweeping down the street leaving it's contents trailing behind a frail old woman at a bus stop sobbing her heart out into an old handkerchief mothers walking with their children looking around, frightened with fear wondering if somebody will snatch their children she wants to hurry up, get out of sight so they can be safe back at home a young girl standing there on the corner of a dark, long street needing to offer her body to strangers to feed a bad habit a brawl outside a pub, fists flying everyone fuelled by drink onlookers stand there, not knowing what to do a group of people taking drugs on the street one lad standing there, unsure of what to do but he wants to fit in with the rest they'll laugh at him if he dosen't take a drug in town, a woman decides to shoplift she has no money to feed 4 mouths she looks around as she slips a CD in her bag slowly walking away, full of guilt that cool breeze passes by my face again i shiver and walk on, hands in my pockets.... Copyright Rebecca Waring