Footsteps echo,
Heels clicking out
the haunting melody
of a night spent
in blissful ignorance.
A second set joins;
the first quickens.
It is dark.
The air is thick with regret,
Decisions made in a haste
lurking around every corner,
slipping through the fragments
of a dazed, wandering mind.
It is dark.
Neon signs pierce the black,
painting the street in a haze
awash with colors normally so vibrant,
now whispering and threatening.
It is dark,
and you are walking,
running, weaving through
streets you know, streets
completely unfamiliar
against the night.
You are running from the night,
from this thing you haven’t feared
since you were a kid.
Bringing up the wall
to block out the dark,
Relinquishing the heels
and slipping into safety.
Inside it is light,
but the night is still dark.
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I like the repetition of the line "It is dark", it is a really interesting use of repetition. You did great with conveying a theme here, while reading it I observe a lonely, spooky feel.
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery that you used in your poem. I also like your choice to use "you" instead of "I" and the mysteriousness of exactly what is happening in the poem. It makes the poem really interesting and made me want to keep on reading.
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