the midnight streets

i find myself on the midnight streets,
reminding myself
of my self worth

the city lights blind me in the darkness
and we meld
with the multitude
of unfamiliar faces,
personalities dissolve
like a marshmallow
floating in hot cocoa
for a moment, then it is gone

i find myself on the midnight streets,
reminding myself
of my self worth

down dark alleyways,
gang-bangs and muggings,
sense of self long dissolved,
absorbed into the nothingness
of the multitude of emptiness

i find myself on the midnight streets,
just another unfamiliar face in the crowd

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Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-09 at 04:07

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I love the streets of NY, in spite of it all. That first sentence said so much, then the poem is followed by your amazing imagery and comes full circle to the reason for wandering on the streets at midnight. A brilliant poem.
~Ashe
2015-01-09



Really like the marshmallow imagery--very effective. I lived in New York City for many years and there were many times when it felt like this.
2015-01-09