Black Poetry : Late Night Walking

[Heartbeat]

Near midnight
24 degrees
Here I am walking
Walking beats thinking
Walking beats talking
With each step
I stomp on something…
Someone
Sometime it’s a memory
An event I wish to ground into the concrete
Perhaps a face I’ve never seen
I walk until it disappears
The cold air will freeze it
Then it will crumble
Beneath the rubber soles of overpriced running shoes
The wind-chill freezes a tear on its way down my face
I’m walking

Walking not to understand
To understand one must think
I’d rather walk than think
I quicken the pace
My heart beats faster
A cardio benefit
Sneaking in on my misery
I didn’t ask for any positives

A two-mile walk against the wind
A formidable resistance
But I slash right through
I don’t want to think about anything
Therefore, I have more walking to do
Perhaps another mile
Filled with “F-its” and “Whatever’s”
By the time I get back home
I’ll have it all together
****
Now I must try to go to sleep

BE

 

[$$RICH$$]

HeartBeat

loved dis chilly move for sleep
ya steppin' out wit a bang!

 

[LISTERSCRIBIN']

perhaps, that's what i should try to do...some walkin' to work it on out. be, now, you know i'm lovin' this piece, ryght? ryght. thank you for sharin' it with all of us.