You see these old German towns have pursued me
And I have slept in their dingy hotels
And I have slept in their lonely beds
And I have cried at night waking at night
Not knowing where I was.
There have been deep nights
When I have felt smothered by the towns.
There have been ringing bells in church cathedrals
That scored me to the bone in the dark.
Only to return from my night walk
To the dingy hotel.
Anatol Cordua © 2017
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