I am in the middle of withdrawing from prescribed morphine. I wrote this , do yo

Question:"da hood"

Deep within the bowels of night,
I walk alone, no fear nor fright,
A deep dark breath of frosty air,
slowly walking back to my lair.

Suddenly a shot rings out,
then another , this one stout.
Dodging round a building square,
now I'm caught, no where to dare.

Walking through the hood at night,
damn this darkness, lack of sight.
Bangers hanging here and there,
my way home, across their square.

Running this way and then that,
hiding here just like a rat.
As I make the edge of land,
on my back a large man' hand.

I spun around to see his face,
hes just a man no need for mace.
Just another night in the hood,
I made it home, I knew I would.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: "da hood"

Deep within the bowels of night,
I walk alone, no fear nor fright,
A deep dark breath of frosty air,
slowly walking back to my lair.

Suddenly a shot rings out,
then another , this one stout.
Dodging round a building square,
now I'm caught, no where to dare.

Walking through the hood at night,
damn this darkness, lack of sight.
Bangers hanging here and there,
my way home, across their square.

Running this way and then that,
hiding here just like a rat.
As I make the edge of land,
on my back a large man' hand.

I spun around to see his face,
hes just a man no need for mace.
Just another night in the hood,
I made it home, I knew I would.

My favorite recent poem of yours. It's definitely stylish. It's like a cameo - a window into another life - and very well done.

Y'know this isn't bad at all. I like your expression but my heart aches for the lives that have to live this way.

That was very cool. Keep it up

With that sort of disclaimer, I was expecting some rambling hodge-podge of teenage agony and angst. This is really quite good. What might be seen as simplistic rhyme and meter to some, gives a wonderful cadence to perfectly cogent presentations. I won't bother with my beloved nitpicking about grammatical errors. I'm sure that you'll spot them later.
This reminds me of the time that a friend and I were walking at night through a tough neighborhood. My friend made me aware of the men who were following us. "We better get out of here," I said, "there are two of them and we're alone."

I agree with Jeff. You still have some 'desperate rhyming' in this which jars a little for me - but you have created a very vivid picture of a world about which I know nothing.

a large man's hand

I spin around (because the previous verses are in the present tense)

Nice last line - it says - yes there is this all around me, but this is just a normal day in the hood.
(glad to hear you are fighting back - keep it up. I am rooting for you)

verry good!
agree with green-eyed devil - possibly the best of your most recent poems. so different from your usual topics, yet still a good poem.

i think, the only comment i can make at this moment would be that there are typos, but that's perfectly forgivable. we all make them.