I walk alone and unnoticed
Like a specter in the night
Shrouded in shadows and mist
Look closely and you may
find me
Clinging to the edges where
the street lamps meet
the darkness
I yearn for something bright
Something warm
My body and eyes ache to be
more than this illusion
Be careful where you tread
These sidewalks and paths I
call my home
Be sure to make it to your door
before these street lights
Call me from the dusk.
- apart
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Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
