Nothing but footsteps in an empty street.
No one to see. Sleep, people, sleep.
Keep your world small – pillow, human, sheet.
I will stay awake. I’ll walk.
There’s hunger I’ve caused which I must feed.
I know I shouldn’t run away.
Take me there, take the lead.
Force me to stay, make me talk.
I can feel my heart and body beat.
And the people sleep, sleep unlike we.
But I don’t want to feel the need.
It’s a dead end road, walk away, decisively,
And leave the world to darkness and to me.
I kind of stole that last line. Apologies.
A Gripping Life
/ January 17, 2013I really like this, Astrid. Wonderful.
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/ January 17, 2013Woah, thanks Lisa :).
Addie
/ January 18, 2013I echo Lisa’s “Wonderful”. Beautifully written!
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/ January 18, 2013Thank you, Addie š
El Guapo
/ January 18, 2013Powerful!
Made me think of a lot of nights I spent wandering Manhattan in the wee hours…
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/ January 19, 2013I believe it’s a good thing to wander around by night sometimes.
Unless you meet a raper or something, that is.
Seb
/ January 19, 2013This jangles some very specific nerves š
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/ January 19, 2013I take that as a compliment š ;).
Edita (pret-a-reporter)
/ January 21, 2013I by default like everything that’s connected to darkness. Don’t know why, don’t wanna find out either. So I automatically love this. Beautifully written, expressed and voiced. I still remember I owe you a poem. It’s just that now looking back they all are so crap, so I am taking my time picking the least embarrassing line. Yep.
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/ January 21, 2013Because of you being a darkness-lover, this comment is even more flattering ;). Again I should not be surprised by your love for darkness!
Thanks for your nice words, they always make me smile.