BY ROBERT FROST

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night

Silhouette, silhouette
cast me out,
put me in your paper bag
then burn it down
let the rain degrade me
to this gob of grime
tear my limbs in wedges
then stitch it up

Silhouette, shadow dear
render me now
to the lowest being branded
by thee, mighty God
then let them stare at me
with awe and love

I will peek at their ethos
just to see desire
for the things they cannot,
and will never have
I guess the world soon be ending
with dreams that hang
within that wishing well,
that drained, once doused

there's little holes
in my skull
plucked on, one by one
like a beak peaked on
it, it is bleeding empty
of black hue of air
it is hurting lightly
of ants stinging there

so exhausting, so cold
a blanket wrapped me
in dread full of coals
the lines in it mocked me
servant of putrid-ness
that word does not exist
like my smile is evil'ed
still, listen and hear

When I see the blue it taunts me
and I tell myself it fixed me
I would remember the days coming
when the icon popped and irked me

So I heard a sound, then memories
came flooding, so willing
My heart swelled with longing
for a platform in homecoming

I was accepted and brandished
the tattoo on my arm stung
with words "take me to neverland"
Sometimes I wish they'll let me
and take me back as Tint

The everlasting feeling
of somewhere I have been
Is everyone there holding on
and the lives we lived goes on

With the willingness to say hello
Unmute my mic and greet you all
I came back as Tint,
Hello,
Good morning.

Don't be scared

to learn that all the pain
will be part of what you'd gain

and the smile that you now had
be torn apart in tears

for sometimes, in your life
you will beg people to stay

but for sometimes in their lives
they would choose the better lane

and not everyone accepts you
no matter the promises

that most people will leave you
for all their betterment

People made me wonder
the blueness of a leaf
as it swung in different reasons
in a tree that is not his

for she thought the wind is better
from the top of the debris
but it was too strong to handle
that the color in it fade

into a pale and bare kindness
the twig's won't speak about
and we all sat around waiting
for the last leaf to give up

by the end of this summer
I pray to the one above
to let it rest, please, gently
as it falls into the ground.