Cornered


You turn the corner

all alone

to find nothing but dark streets

wet from rain

You turn the corner

with a friend

that you don't know is there

to find nothing once more

You turn the corner

hear a sratching

you turn your head

to find nothing there

You turn the corner

and see something

in the dark

unmoving

You approach

the wheelchair

it creaks

alive

You stop

and it listens

to your heart

reaches out

You go back

turn a corner

and run into

the friend that was always there