Midnight Walk

By: Tommy Tietjen

The streets,
full of people rushing to and fro.
Stepping on the paved concrete,
wearing it out slowly,
like nothing.
Night spreads through,
covering everything,
like a blanket.
The wind breezes past
the buildings,
standing high and powerful.
Nothing else,
no light,
no sounds,
no people.
Deserted and alone,
walk the street,
hear your breath,
feel the breeze.
Feel yourself think,
by yourself,
on the city street,
alone with the darkness.