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May 2010
I walk the night
over city streets trying to find some semblance of why I’m here,
if there is a reason for my living, for me to be walking among
the lights absorbing the sounds as car and bus exhaust
penetrate the walls of my lungs


I walk the night
not just looking but gawking at the sheer size and beauty of the
buildings and think that amongst mans many accomplishments
what meaning could my tiny existence have.


I walk the night
in dream like state, neon hazes float about creating atmosphere
from flashing attention grabbing signs, ******, 2 for 1 at
Jasmines pub, live jazz and quarter beers between 2:00 and
3:00 what the hell is happening to me.


I walk the night
from street to street my feet dragging across cigarette buts
strewn along the sidewalk, most likely from others seeking
answers to questions from some dark place in their mind.


I walk the night
and it seems no one understands why or what they are looking
for, I guess just something to fill that empty lonely space deep in
their gut in hopes it will solve some mystery.


I walk the night
of all places why the city? The urban core, the life blood of every
town large or small, I’m just looking for an answer, to what I’m
not sure and why I really don’t know, maybe you know.


Do you have the answer I’m looking for?


I hope!
© 2010 Charles Dennis


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