The night is dark
my eyes a shadow
a preconceived notion
of ill sought devotion
I long to belong
an empty room
slowly fills
as I keep up
wallowing in hops
the lights dim
the lights spin
still the puzzle piece
no one lifts
The street lights casting
a new world basking
in pale yellow rays
a hopeful sight
amongst these
dark grays
they whiz
by
whiz
just like that
and again reminded
lone
darkness falls
hard and cold
a hearse
arriving
I
despising
these traditional seeds
is it not time
we try something
New?
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