Stepping out into the night
Onto rain slick streets under neon lights.
Millions of souls sleep in silence
While a few zombies wander amongst the stone and steel,
Seeking the solace of a temporary grave, a place to lay alone.
In safety, not saved, but safe until the light.
Where the disease of poverty
goes untreated, unseen it can't happen to me.
Until it does, until I become,
another wandering zombie that you fear.
That you don't want to see or hear.
But I'm just seeking safety in the night.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
Stepping out into the night
Onto rain slick streets under neon lights.
Millions of souls sleep in silence
While a few zombies wander amongst the stone and steel,
Seeking the solace of a temporary grave, a place to lay alone.
In safety, not saved, but safe until the light.
Where the disease of poverty
goes untreated, unseen it can't happen to me.
Until it does, until I become,
another wandering zombie that you fear.
That you don't want to see or hear.
But I'm just seeking safety in the night.
Watching the police destroying a homeless man's tent near a patch of woods beside a railroad track near the edge of town was my inspiration for this poem
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