Strangers In the Night
My footsteps walk through the puddles of rain made by my tears
Shinning bright as stars in the night the sound they make as each fall and hit the ground,
Sends the owl’s hiding and the moon it’s light to hide.
Summer has never appeared winter time is the clothes I wear,
Snow all around is how I feel in this dark and lonely despair
Steps take me forward but this place I can never leave.
Tied to a rock of memories of my own making upon a land strewn with pain never ending,
Baggage never seen but bearing me down each day a corner seek to rest and hide.
This with a smile so no one knows inside I cry,
Why did we not fight instead of just parting like strangers in the night?
By
Patrick D
Copyright © Patrick Dacosta | Year Posted 2016
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