I am an empty street
With one flickering light
Quiet, still and uncertain
Black, paved, cracked and dusty.
Not even the moon dares to be seen
Hiding within the ceiling of the world with clouds as it’s curtains
I am an empty street
With one flickering light
All the insects,
Pests of the night.
Swarm
They swarm toward my almost off’d light
Covering me
Smothering all my might
Now, I am an avid reader in the dark
I crave dust, cracks and broken side walks
The day will break away the pests of the night
I will find a tomorrow
With a sunrise so bright
It was never the dark that mortified me.
It was All the light.
And all is what we should be wholesomely frightened of but bravely walking toward
I am an empty street
With a bright road ahead
Stunned with light, promising and enduring
Bright, paved, cracked and dusty
//Now you see. All with light.//
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC
I am an empty street
With one flickering light
Quiet, still and uncertain
Black, paved, cracked and dusty.
Not even the moon dares to be seen
Hiding within the ceiling of the world with clouds as it’s curtains
I am an empty street
With one flickering light
All the insects,
Pests of the night.
Swarm
They swarm toward my almost off’d light
Covering me
Smothering all my might
Now, I am an avid reader in the dark
I crave dust, cracks and broken side walks
The day will break away the pests of the night
I will find a tomorrow
With a sunrise so bright
It was never the dark that mortified me.
It was All the light.
And all is what we should be wholesomely frightened of but bravely walking toward
I am an empty street
With a bright road ahead
Stunned with light, promising and enduring
Bright, paved, cracked and dusty
//Now you see. All with light.//
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