The wind whispers in my ear, No fear, no allies near, In the dim alley's embrace, Silent, save for the wind's trace.
Crack, pop, bang—the sudden sound, A door swings wide, unbidden ground, His eyes pierce through the night, Frozen, I stand, unable to fight.
His hand, a shadow, inches near, My voice trembles, "Stop!" I sear, Yet he persists, deaf to my plea, Blaming me for what should not be.
People judge, their cruel refrain, "It's your fault," they say, disdain, But the wind knows untold secrets, Whispers truths that can't be sold.
