Street Lamp (A Peak Into Loneliness)

Busy street, bustling with footsteps
There's just too much for eyes to see
But for some reason,
Mine are fixated on a street lamp
Lonely there on the corner, flickering

As if it tries too hard just to exist.

Here, the nights are heavy
The unusual cold pierces the skin
I shiver through the cracks of my bones
And my jaw moves in a bizarre way,
Not a sight that I'm proud of.

If only I could cease to exist.

In the street of thousands
A dying street lamp I see
But I'm too wary of my affairs to be, in its aid
So I quietly blur out the details.

This way of living is cold
Unlike the one on my skin
No amount of clothing can mitigate
This freezing of the inside

I fill the air with a desperate sigh
As I remorse and realize,

I too relate to its awful shade
Breathing my dying breath into the night
Clear as the day,
No escape, no escape.
And as all the lights leave by the day,
No one comes to my aid, indeed
For as long as my light flickers,
They conclude, he's still wide awake.