The sorry streets of shame

Ik hou erg van een pakkende dramatische titel voor een meeslepend gedicht. Althans het vervoerde mij met zich mee.

Have you ever been down the sorry streets of shame?
Spinning around in a carousel of blame.
Have you ever cried blue river of tears
Drowning in you insecurities, waterfalls of fears.

A desert of deserters so thirsty for attention,
roaming freely in your mind, without intervention.
Does bottled up despair make you reach for liquid hope?
While your pitiful downfall has no gentle slope.

All these questionable questions not fit for an answer
Just remember in this walk of life you have to be a dancer