Surrounded by streetlights
I shut my eyes
I learned to love the dark so fast
I forgot about bright skies
September air caressed my flesh
And echoes whispered by
I placed right foot in front of left
And peeked not through my eyes
I listened closely for the sound
I waited patiently
I longed to hear the screaming tires
Headed right for me
When I stumbled over the curb
I saw to my demise
I found myself across the street
Safe on the other side
When I realized what I'd done
I found a bench and cried
I didn't get what I asked for
I really wish I'd died
k.s.
9/24/18
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Poetry
PoetryJust a book of poems I write. Some will come with explanations, others might not. I just want some feedback on my poetry because I want to improve :)
