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Written for 'Rising Stars Shining Brighter.' My first poem as a rising star! |
| Why do I enjoy the night Like distant spirits, ghosts and sprites? What is it of the echoed beats Of heavy feet on damp, black streets? I'm inhaled by open roads Convincing me that time has slowed, And taken in by yellow lamps Reflected by the black and damp. Moons remind me I will die Though I don't answer with a sigh, But step alive and on instead, Each step announcing, 'I'm not dead!' In the night I am unseen, Exist below, beneath, between. I am not heard or even missed But met by streets that bend and twist. I enjoy the night because Of cold and wet and other flaws. For in the night such loneliness Becomes a cold, unflinching bliss. |