The stillness is rough,
it’s well after 3am
and all that can be heard
is the sound of the birds.
Hush…
Where is everybody?
The faint mango glow of the light globe
shimmers in the black sky,
I’ve already closed my eyes.
Where did the night go?
I wish that I could cry,
just let a single tear leak from the eyes,
don’t let me be in my own demise.
I cannot sleep until I die,
this is me,
and this is why they let me be and so I try.
But it just seems this bird, just scorned,
cannot fly.
The Abandoned
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