walk

It was dark, there was only some light coming from the street lamp. It was breezy, cooling, not humid, perfect for walking.

There was not anyone else on the pavement, only me.

'I walk this empty street,the Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk alone'. How apt it was.

Cars whistling past me, moving towards the direction they wanted. I came across a crossroad, for a split second I wondered if I should venture away from the usual path today. New sights will be nice for a change I thought.

The small road was darker, and it led me away from the busy main road. There were no cars on this road, buildings flanked both side of the road. A school on my right stood quietly. The students that usually gave the vibe and energy to the place were missing, what was left was just the cold. soulless physical structure. A contrasting difference what day and night makes.

The route brought me to the park near my house . . nice short cut. I could see my block now.

But somehow the more I walked, the more I didn't want to get home.

les

House of Healing

Looking at the fishes,
calm and at ease I was.
Strangely I felt the same in the wards,
old, sick people lying on the bed,
helpless, stoned faces I see,
weary, sick bodies, devoid of any energy.

Tags, tapes on her skinny wrist,
needles punctured her skins,
scars could be seen,
a painful sight it was.

Helpless I was,
nothing I could do to lessen her pain.
I could only afford my physical presence,
hopefully it gives her consolation.

les