when i walk

the lights of the city cast shadows on the way
it plays games  with images thrown out there for us to see
the demi gods of this world preach  to such sinners and they flock undone by what they have been a part of
i stand still for a mere moment there is no sound ......it just quiet   almost like for a brief moment it was lost
i like the walk , the darkness brings out all .... no light to blind you from what is really out there
the complex humanity of who we are
the changes of transforming into something
and still i walk , the ground is slate grey concret , with maroon stains of distain
charcaol color streets , and the neon lights of another
i walk down 11th to see the place i grew up , or the many that shaped my very being
everything changes and yet the tree is still there
phamtoms images of a family lost in away
and i know no other home

carrie ann kawa  3/22 2010

i wrote this one write now it is inspired by mike little journys and mine 
too soon to be complacent with my feelings , too soon to sew the wound up
because it will nevver heal right