Night Night
alone,
under the street lamp,
I can hear the whispers,
I keep glancing,
move on,
get out of the way,
but I stay.
This rock I wish to stay near,
and starve myself for.
is it foolish that I see pain,
that I put myself through,
as a remedy to it,
it's all the same,
I say.
They tip their hats as they pass by,
oh dear,
and oh my,
can't they just get by,
and live life?
and why,
do I want myself to
break,
but not try.
The puddles reflect back in the night,
what I think I could have,
measuring myself,
against lights,
just back us further into the dim street,
on the
right right,
of the streetlight,
as I creep back,
and say it's not right.
Copyright © Mu Di | Year Posted 2021
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