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dark cold pavement absorbs a thousand footsteps through constant chatter I find myself in silence surrounded by familiar strangers and forgotten memories my mind's eye envelops the surrounding atmosphere jamming it down an abyss to leave me floundering in nothingness my vacant self continues its daily routines my soul tries in vain to escape the mundaness it suffers infinite smells of the endless streets invade my nose to be rejected as I enclose myself from the painful childhood they resurrect I have forgotten or tried to forget yet memories are persistent my mind will explode from the effort hatred, darkness, and lust filled my youth the streets are harsh and full of reality I long for the meadow of my imagination |
