10 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 058 The echoes of my footsteps

The echoes of my footsteps, reminds me I’m alone, down this endless street of silence, rains a melody, of home
and it’s this emptiness that fills my steps, for these nights I’ve slept, alone

These streets, there all wet with rain, I stand alone here, callin out in vain, can’t ya hear me through the silence
callin out your name

The shadows shorten, as each street light nears, a passing spotlight on loneliness, another tear

Each day goes by, like this walk through the rain, though my hearts and dreams, consume me
each day still ends the same

These streets, there all wet with rain, I stand alone here, callin out in vain
can’t ya hear me through the silence, callin out your name