Out for a walk

Sometimes it's just nice to get outside

Out for a walk

All appears different

when walking on your own

in the darkness

of woodland

or

unfamiliar streets.

No one to phone

no one at home

just this wandering

all alone

to relieve the stress

of a days work

and a life of sameness

and responsibility.

Strangers glance

but this can be ignored

teenage gangs

on street corners

drinking cheap cider

rotting their teeth

and destroying their bodies

with cigarettes and drugs

may mock passers by

but do not utter a word

as you pass them by

with a sigh

of

what a beautiful evening

or night

and will it never end.

But your traitorous feet

lead you home

you’re compelled to go in

to go to bed

prepare for another day

of let downs

while losing yourself

in a fantasy book

of which you

happen to be the hero

lights out

goodnight.

Reviews

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

very well written