NightA Poem by BenUp at 2 amThe Darkness it awakens the horror of the night. The time when human will is in slumber and strength meek. The day’s troubles surface like a dead fish. What will we do. The creative passion is close to sin. The same place they both live. Maybe just by me. The night when the asphalt breathes again. The cars all in their coffins. The lone stranger walks through with no trouble. Just a watchful eye and a seeing feeling in the back of his neck. He is walking to nowhere in particular. Finally no soul to give a disdainful thought. Black mind and a red heart take control. The gentle notions of the day have no manifest. The ghost train clacks in the distance. Carrying the nocturnal. Each tech zombie in their own car. Are they going home? To be awake now is peaceful. Get to know the you in less light. Who cares. Where does this all come from? Who am I to say. The child is hungry. I will warm a bottle. So the undeserved gift I have can continue sleeping. I hold a prison in my hand. Bound to it. Never can escape. The Business. The Family. What will I do beyond its walls? This box of lights and sounds. Someone is messaging you. Stop what you are doing inmate. Someone is calling you. Leave your lover alone inmate. The sick want to use you. You will follow inmate. The w****s wish to take your soul free of charge. Give in inmate. The religious are lost. They have no way. Small actions to cauterize a massive wound. After all I need this for a higher purpose. The old ones are gone. The true Shepard is no more. Just shadows now. Shadows and scarecrows. -Night of the 10th of May 2016 I never did warm that bottle. I slept. © 2016 BenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 12, 2016 Last Updated on May 12, 2016 AuthorBennew york, NYAboutI don't know s**t about the rules of writing. I wasn't much of a student. I write whatever, only when the feeling arrises. more..Writing
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