http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/photo-fiction-sunday-june-16th-2013/
photo by Alastair
These are the back alleys
where destitute meets despair
and this is my journey.
The stairs call me from the bowels
of my misfortunes, beckoning me
onward and up…I shall not go.
At the top of these stairs
humanity stirs, and I am long
since far removed…my face
cannot bear the light, my fate
lies in the shadows of this alley.
I fell from these stairs years ago,
awash in drink and drug…I found
my refuge in this shaded vale
beneath the mortal blow,
below the pain and affliction
stirring far above.
My world is diminished,
as am I,
though the day will come when
when my tired bones ascend,
when my body fades upon these
cold stone steps.
Then, and only then,
shall my soul ascend,
Then, and only then.
shall I find my peace.
The Winter Bites My Bones 
That is a brilliant piece of writing, Dennis.
Thanks for taking part with this awesome piece. Did you want to add yours to the inLinkz?
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I would love to add it to inLinkz. Thank you for providing such an intriguing inspiration. It called to me. It gave me a platform to be myself.
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I love reading how everybody perceives the prompts
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Brilliant indeed!
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Thank you!
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Very beautiful. Hauntingly so. What I find interesting are the green leaves. Though this place stirs an image on despair and ‘the approaching end’, the green leaves bring a feeling of hope – the peace that death will bring or the possibility joining humanity.
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Where were you when I was writing this. What an incredible observation…I missed. Love it.
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one of the things i love about poetry is that it can be interpreted in so many ways. this is a great piece:)
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