Shades at Dusk

I feel it twisting inside Like a snake who died Convulsing, tension pulsing Throughout my hollow being. What’s the fiber I’m made of? Unraveling with strayed love. And I wonder at this incomplete Heartbeat as I stare at my feet. One before the other always the feat Accomplished for shades in the street. One whispered in my ear, “ Defeat”. The body I was made no reply Without looking I knew it was my pride.