the night swallows the street,
the only thing left being the patches of light coming from the streetlights,
the yellow tinged beacons of hope,
a safety net of some sorts.
i hate the fact that I'm so afraid,
the night air choking me,
the silence yelling so loud,
why does night do this to me?
even the road beside me lies asleep,
i curse insomnia under my breath,
the streetlight flickers,
even that light is tiring.
so I continue to walk,
trying to make some sense of every waking moment,
wondering why I have not slept for days,
and why the streetlights feel more like home to me than my bed.
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This wasn't my best work I'll admit but something that I conjured up while waiting for a bus in the dark last night. There was something that captured my eye about the streetlights, and I decided to write something. Feedback is welcomed, I know that this one was not the best.
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