Dead of Night
Walking down the road
All on your own
No one in sight
In the dead of night
“Get away, get away”
Is all your brain will say
Trudging forward,
All in toward
The place that is known
And you call home
Just a little more distance
But in that instance
You hear a horn
Filled with scorn
Hope drops to the pits
And your heart is in bits
As they pull you back
And though you attack
You do not have the might,
Stolen in the dead of night
Written on March 18, 2021
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