saultry night doors locked from an unseen criminal lights in streets reveal my shadow as my crawling footsteps leave impressions deeply Company yellow dog slips inside the trees patiently waiting for my thoughts on direction Trail cut into wood leads us moon colapses through red clouds I have alot on my mind I take my time, this eve Blessings Standingdeer
Interesting piece, here! I Really liked your syntax combined with the lack of punctuation, it had a nice effect on the read, for me. this was my favorite part, but the "trail cut into wood leads us" threw me off. I like the disjointed nature, and think you should preserve it, but that one line seems to work against the rest. Great poem, tho!
