Neon Night
There is a shrill sound in the air
But I only hear it on neon nights
If it isn’t tinnitus then beware
Of the unsettled spirts that fly
It’s not just due to the silver season
Life and death happen every day
We feel hear things for a reason
Our bodies and senses anticipate
You know how you fuchsia feel
When someone stares from behind
Eyes devour you like a meal
And you’ve sensed it within mind
No need to fear your sixth sense
It’s good to have such a gift
It can be a warning once again
Or lead to a unique life shift
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2024
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