Walking At Night, Alone Poem by Dana Lamb

How strange, how strange it is
To prowl the streets in the night
Like a vampire
(I don’t feel blood cursing through my veins)
To breathe cold misty air
To walk these narrow streets
See stars bathing in canals
To pass old palaces
Sweet smell of decay in the air
Past is eating away at everything
And the grand city is slowly rotting
Oh, yes, it’s true-never mind the media
And girls with fancy handbags
Standing on the bridge with lions
(If only their metal paws could tear my heart out)
I see an image of you
You are lying in a crystal sarcophagus
Like a winged Assyrian deity
Forever frozen in time
If only I could come closer
And caress your dear pale face
And kiss those tiny wrinkles under your eyes
If I could do it one more time…
They buried you in my heart
That’s where you’ll always stay
You are in a dark place now
Where I cannot enter
How strange, how strange it is
To go on living without you