Backstreet-IV

I've experienced my creativity reaching in dark corners of humanity, which has left me in an unconcluded world. We all witness unfair incidents, some out of us extend our help and some could pass sympathy and we all take away some lesson from it. 

Backstreet is a series of my poems from those dark corners, in which I've tried to bring my imaginations sweeping these unfair stories. Backstreet-IV belongs to a boy who came from different city and ended the other city with himself. 

So here it is...

An intruder from the backstreet

Just got alive to this rumor,

Happened in the town street. 

I wonder this tragedy was planed by 

An intruder in the backstreet. 

I remorse those walks to the town, 

I had with him in insanity.

We fought, we laughed and had chats all night

I'm amazed, everything was planned deliberately. 

With each word, which was part of his conspiracy

And every action took him to the town center slowly.

The room where he lived, was host of his invasion

After explosion he shot himself, the news spread so wildly. 

On one of the yellow colored walls, some notes were labelled.

A computer in his briefcase, and spilled coffee on the table.

They tried to unlock it, to find the reason of bloody devastation.

It was difficult to decode, no clue falling in right equation.

I was ordered to register all the details I had about him,

And attempt the unlocking, I recalled every word he spoke to me.

I don't know why I tried it with my name

and with its revealing, me tears got freed. 

He was an intruder, but also a part of my life,

I'm not aware, what was the purpose of his life.

He left a storm in my mind, which he had the right,

To end the unfair series, I leave the backstreet tonight.