by DevonCrowKingwoonsocket, Rhode Island, USA
Jul 2015 328 Views 0 comments
whisper
The coma of night
When the city twinkles
And all are sleeping,
I walk the streets in silence.
There is a rare sound
Of tires on macadam and then
It is gone.
Only street cleaners, 7/11 clerks and nurses
And others like me,
Only they whisper through human existence
Invisible to the fickle human eye
But like the mouse,
I vanish into a silent and dead
City of night.
The phantom in your midst.
When the city twinkles
And all are sleeping,
I walk the streets in silence.
There is a rare sound
Of tires on macadam and then
It is gone.
Only street cleaners, 7/11 clerks and nurses
And others like me,
Only they whisper through human existence
Invisible to the fickle human eye
But like the mouse,
I vanish into a silent and dead
City of night.
The phantom in your midst.
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Posted: Jul 2015
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