Through Midnight Streets

Through midnight streets I wander,
Those unkempt streets, collectors of waste,
And midnight air surrounds me,
Strong to the nose with a savage, acid taste.
Those streets in which the morning
Shines with commotion: old, yet new,
But midnight clears the streets
And light, and life must bid Adieu.

Through midnight streets I wander,
Where doors are locked and windows barred;
They offer very little peace
To I, the weary, battle-scarred.
These streets I wander lonely,
In want of something to attain.
I wander seeking victory:
A worthy prize to match my pain.

Through midnight streets I wander,
Dark, alone and much in need,
Until I reach the daybreak: Dawn,
My source of life, my source of greed.
I feed on light, yet dwell in dark,
Glare at brightness, though I long for Sun.
And though I gorge on Dawn's glow,
Back through the midnight streets I run.

Through midnight streets I wander,
Unkempt, unreal, unparallelled.
Though my vision's clouded black,
I sometimes see a crimson Hell.
This path that lies before me
That I tread in wanting, not for fun,
Is lined with anguish and with fear.
I'll walk this path until I'm done.

And through midnight streets I'll run.


By
Kimberley Finn
(12th November 2004)