The Sidewalks of Manhattan

The Sidewalks of Manhattan

the sidewalks of Manhattan I shall never walk,

the thought makes my stomach contract.

my legs go numb,

too congested,

the air heavy,

overloaded with people's breath,

and auras.

alone in the hills of Nebraska,,

by myself,

I still battle the static of others' presences,

the air layered with their spiritual remains,

the same as the soil beneath my feet,

layer after layer,

drowning,

my essence fighting for air,

for voice,

unable to express myself,

without interruption,

my words seem crazy,

my thoughts confused,

even walking lonely paths,

in the Nebraska prairie . . . . . 

the sidewalks of Manhattan I shall never walk.