A Void Of Qualm
The pavement echoed as I took each step,
by Ernestine Northover
my feet sounding so loud along the street.
No other human graced the concrete slabs,
no other human being did I meet.
Evening darkness circled all around,
with swirls of mist that gave an eerie calm.
As if the earth had stopped ticking its time,
and one was held within a void of qualm.
How haunting was this moment to my mind,
when any confidence seemed to have fled,
And only now in this grey place one felt,
a sanctuary left solely for the dead.
Two worlds that meet in one abandoned place,
each one not knowing that the other’s there.
A ghostly, empty, abandoned, barren site,
where thoughts take flight and start to taunt and scare.
So why is it when morning lifts the scene,
and many people walk the thoroughfare,
That all weird thoughts have vanished, wiped away,
total disbelief hanging in the air.
© Ernestine Northover