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
