the silence in the dead of night,
is sometimes as bright as a light.
it's quiet,
but so loud.
the cars along the highway,
slowly making their trek up a hill.
honking and yelling.
the wind,
whistling through the trees making me shiver.
the occasional plane,
going on its merry way up in the sky.
the low hum that always seems to be in the air.
the bright lights of the city,
blinding me.
the headlights carving the way along a dark path.
all the lights on in a house,
makes night seem like day.
night is supposed to be quiet and dark,
did humans have to ruin that too?
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
the silence in the dead of night,
is sometimes as bright as a light.
it's quiet,
but so loud.
the cars along the highway,
slowly making their trek up a hill.
honking and yelling.
the wind,
whistling through the trees making me shiver.
the occasional plane,
going on its merry way up in the sky.
the low hum that always seems to be in the air.
the bright lights of the city,
blinding me.
the headlights carving the way along a dark path.
all the lights on in a house,
makes night seem like day.
night is supposed to be quiet and dark,
did humans have to ruin that too?
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