In a dark room,
Behind a closed shutter,
Bathed in slipping streaks
Of neon light.
A warm sweat,
Listless, pointless existence.
Strong ennui
Throughout the night.
Watch the cars
Go by, the city lights
Adorn outside with purple/pink.
Blank expression,
Not a thought to think.
A beautiful place,
But nothing to be.
YOU ARE READING
Musings of a Late Night Sleeper
PoetryJust some poetry. Some serious. Some not. Some free-verse. Some not. All from my mind. Will be adding poems to it frequently.
