The Christmas Walk
The last traces of the sun just sank in
Making way for the alluring dark.
A long road ahead,
hardly that bothers me .
There is no sign of the living out here ,
I can hear my footsteps loud and clear,
At every heavy step I take ,
Down the alley.
I can hear me breathing
The Gods of Silence screaming in my ears.
I wish it would stop,
It leaves me distressed,
But on I walk, oblivious to everything.
Trying.
Ah, there it is,
the sound of the Christmas carols
from the church down the alley.
Neither heard them, nor went there,
not since they left me.
Not since ….
Pictures of you, memories of you,
ones I could not erase,
Clouding inside,
But on I walk, oblivious to everything .
Trying .
It’s getting darker now
My legs ache from all the walking,
Tired , like I always have been.
Noticing an empty bench,
I sat.
There is still no sign of the living ,
No Visible lights in houses nearby,
No sign of movement,
nothing to suggest happy families
celebrating the holy night ,
their turkey and the fireplace and what not.
The train pulling into the station
but no one gets in, no one gets out.
Empty, void filling in from all over.
Oh wait, I see a light from a sole window
Looks like a family,
A happy family , of three.
As sudden as the light came into sight,
I could hear noises , shouting ,
A racket , if you will.
Wonder why ….
All of a sudden, the window burst into flames.
Out the window he flew,
And here i was ,
Watching helplessly as the woman and the child
Screamed for help, trapped in the blazing fire...
My eyes open,
No fire, no unconscious man,
No one trapped.
Unable to hold it in
My heart feels heavy ,
feeling the fresh hot tears
rolling down my cheeks,
tears of pain,
at the desolate memory.
Yet no one is to blame ,
No one but me,
Sobriety comes at a price
Regret, shame ,
filling the hot tears
Streaming down,
breaking the silence of the night.
A light snow is falling on London,
yet I refuse to open my eyes,
too weak to look up.
Its getting colder and colder,
and darker and darker
On I walk, oblivious to everything.
Trying .
Nothing remains
That show signs of the living out here
just the cigarette smoke.
Making way for the alluring dark.
A long road ahead,
hardly that bothers me .
There is no sign of the living out here ,
I can hear my footsteps loud and clear,
At every heavy step I take ,
Down the alley.
I can hear me breathing
The Gods of Silence screaming in my ears.
I wish it would stop,
It leaves me distressed,
But on I walk, oblivious to everything.
Trying.
Ah, there it is,
the sound of the Christmas carols
from the church down the alley.
Neither heard them, nor went there,
not since they left me.
Not since ….
Pictures of you, memories of you,
ones I could not erase,
Clouding inside,
But on I walk, oblivious to everything .
Trying .
It’s getting darker now
My legs ache from all the walking,
Tired , like I always have been.
Noticing an empty bench,
I sat.
There is still no sign of the living ,
No Visible lights in houses nearby,
No sign of movement,
nothing to suggest happy families
celebrating the holy night ,
their turkey and the fireplace and what not.
The train pulling into the station
but no one gets in, no one gets out.
Empty, void filling in from all over.
Oh wait, I see a light from a sole window
Looks like a family,
A happy family , of three.
As sudden as the light came into sight,
I could hear noises , shouting ,
A racket , if you will.
Wonder why ….
All of a sudden, the window burst into flames.
Out the window he flew,
And here i was ,
Watching helplessly as the woman and the child
Screamed for help, trapped in the blazing fire...
My eyes open,
No fire, no unconscious man,
No one trapped.
Unable to hold it in
My heart feels heavy ,
feeling the fresh hot tears
rolling down my cheeks,
tears of pain,
at the desolate memory.
Yet no one is to blame ,
No one but me,
Sobriety comes at a price
Regret, shame ,
filling the hot tears
Streaming down,
breaking the silence of the night.
A light snow is falling on London,
yet I refuse to open my eyes,
too weak to look up.
Its getting colder and colder,
and darker and darker
On I walk, oblivious to everything.
Trying .
Nothing remains
That show signs of the living out here
just the cigarette smoke.
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