Midnight Streets
Walk the Midnight streets
Seeking solace in hidden lights
Crawl forth from deepest lewdness
Tainted by Fears own embrace
Dare to look within that clouded eye
The stranger glares, preaching his words
Words of great sorrow
Masked by the thoughts of life
Divided from one place to another
Swirling about in this Sweet Wonderland
A mother covers her child’s eyes
The sights already spoiled the innocent being
A young girl covers her face in agonies tears
As the tub drains away her life’s source
The pain stings from her wrist
A father mourns his child’s loss
Eyes turned heaven ward
In bitter passion
Cries away his soul’s vitality
Asking why
A radio thrusts out its poetic call
As a young man looks himself in the mirror
Screaming out in miseries pain
So very alone, with no one to hold
Breaking down to beginning’s mold
As a child, in the dark, weeping away in sorrow’s will
As he hides from the brutal words of a drunken father
Listening to torments true meaning
His entire small body jumping with every loud sound
Tears pouring in relentless streams
Taking in the pain of his beaten mother
Screaming out in utter silent grief
At a funeral damped in sorrows blackness
A man cradles over the casket
His one true love, dear wife, lost
Taken by the man who had that one last drink
In a mighty explosion of sound, crash,
Another soul leaving this Mortal’s confinement
All out of love, so lost without her
Finding it hard to get up each day
Toss and turn, with no sleep come
He takes a walk one black night
In hopes to clear his mind
He walks, with so many others
On the Midnight Streets.
Joe Misrasi
1/31/03
