Twisted Sonnet

I run down an abandoned city street.

Nothing seems to be living.  All is dead.

I see someone standing behind a fleet

of blue trucks parked among those who have fled.

My mind becomes dizzy as I twist, turn.

The empty hole within my chest explodes.

Confusion overwhelms, my insides burn,

I vomit! Hyper-ventilation slows.

Recovering, I see the tall man run.

He ducks into an alley, disappears,

escaping pursuit, our song still unsung.

The streets turn from concrete to dull mirrors

And all the while I walk alone to chase

him into the darkness that hides his face.