They Are Night
Out in dark they are night
Born through circumstantial tendencies
With invisibility beneath the dazzling city lights
Callous prizes in social event settings
Drowning identities among one’s own societies
Subjugating them to less and less
Characters, out or under our control?
But, when days shall end will we confess?
That their lives we really do not want to know
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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