Windless Street

A step echoes dully
Lingering, then gone.
Only shadows,
No breath in the air;
Get to where your going.

Today or tomorrow
Hell may rise, but
Every thing's quiet here.

Where are the people?
Inside the broken home,
No forms to show,
Daydreams play before them,
Living out their lives.
Everything is calm,
Safe in their dwellings,
Smothered.

Something stirring? just in my mind.
Torturing silence, stillness;
Reading nothing into something.
Every street, every town,
Everyone left alone,
Toiling in their time.