Desolation's alley revisited twice. By james a. galgano Cast like worn stones between the shadows of endured duress. Woven within pangs of a hungering sorrow unwilling to confess. That the common routines of life have eroded heart soul pass to bone Revealing the path taken when sanity has taken flight far from home. Where once upon some now almost forgotten laughter kept one from going astray Into dark forest of imploding memories now gathering thorns not rosebuds today The scent of burnt ashes offered in hope that no longer sacrifice be needed to divine. A needed escape route from a disparate life no longer needing recourse from time. Passing quickly behind each fleeting storm cloud approaching impending doom Where hope passes upon each burning coal strewn before like a red carpet replete With dire consequences aplenty offering few escape routes presaging dire defeat Whose bitter taste still lingers upon reminiscing taste buds devouring every soul. Cast like battered premonitions separated by miscast shadows beyond control.