Poem: Empty Streets for Empty Souls

Empty streets feel lonely
Even in the yellow lights
Of ever burning street lamps
Casting pale shadows
On late evening wanders
Meandering cracked paths
Leading to locked doors
Shuttered windows dark
No safe harbor in the night
Except places of ill repute
Selling poison or flesh
Transient immoral salves
For spiritual wounds
That drive the hurt out
When the eyes of the decent
Are closed by honest sleep
Unable to bear witness
To the shambling tragedies
Shuffling along streets
Never closing to the wounded
Seeking a place to rest
Souls wearied to a world
Where meaninglessness 
Is the nature of existence

A poem based on a photo prompt from Go Dog Go Café.


Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.

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