Somewhere Along A Street

A moment quiet

In the depth of time

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see shadows of the past

Passing hither and tither 

Crossing every narrow path

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

A moment quite

Like the stillness of Monet's impression

Colors and light, but quietness inexplicable

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see trails of laughter shrouded in pain

Floating in the musky air 

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see deadness all along, shadowy though

Masking a reality of a world of battling egos

Where the fittest survives, the weakest dies

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see I am becoming a shadow

Trying to hide from the war 

That paints the earth with blood

And buries the body of many

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see 

I am awakened

A dream gone

But the grimy faces of war 

Remain

to stitch gory stories

Of maimed physiques, blinded souls,

And hopelessness. 

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