Night Walking

NIGHT WALKING

Sometimes
We get lonely

Sometimes
We feel alone

It doesn’t really matter
In a world of a billion people
More than that inhabiting
The earth

It’s just a matter
Of the dark

And the light

We walk through
Cities & crowded
Streets but all these
People are strangers

You can get a drink
At the bar or just
Look into the eyes
Of passerbys

All with the same expression

Something missing
Within their souls
Their hearts

Broken
Or damaged

Homeless or
Rich

There’s something
Missing

There’s always
Something missing

Which no one
Even the people
Who walk these
Streets

Can
Even explain

Like a hole torn
In the fabric of
Life

So we wander
Walk at night

Looking for
Ourselves

Alone

~ R.M. Engelhardt
©2023

2023 A New Year

As the old year fades away

I dream of a far off day

Where we all contain the humanity

To mend & change our ways

Let greed make way for charity

Let hate make way for understanding

And let these two wrongs to others disappear

And as the old year fades away

Let our world begin again anew, awake

A better place without malice
A better world without disease

But
This future time
This future place
All depends upon

You

~ R.M. Engelhardt ©

2023.

It’s going to be a great year of change, poetry, writing & events. My small press Dead Man’s Press Ink will be publishing new work by poets and hosting events such as our monthly poetry open mic INVOCATION OF THE MUSE POETRY OPEN MIC at Lark Hall here in Albany NY as well as a new non poetry event at the Fuzebox Nightclub called PROHIBITION 1923.

Also? I’m working on my next book!

Have a Happy New Year!

~ R.M. Engelhardt

2023 R.M. Engelhardt