The Streets are Quiet

 

The Streets are Quiet

The streets are quiet;
it's three in the
AM.
I walk out of the warmth, preferring
the chilled winds and
darkened lights and
cigarette butts
that only early morning streets can
offer.

They soothe me.
They are symbolic of
pain.
And it is in that instant that I realize
I'm not the only one to walk these streets
numb, alone, lost.
There are many like me.

The thought calms me as it hits me that
I am one of the crowd.

They are with me here, I see them walking along
the muddy streets, crying out for mercy and cursing God
and stepping secretly on their cigarettes (dope or regular) before
going home to their
other
lives.

We all walk home together and sleep until
1 PM.

Reviews

[KONSHU]

A dark look through your eyes, both intriguing and frightening. I have walked these streets many nights in search of myself, and you're right when you say "it soothes"... Very powerful and honest, I like that. Excellent work. My best to you!!!!