Into The Night

The stifling summer, oppressive at

Night.

Windows raised, to displace the

Heat.

A fan blows, it helps me to

Sleep.

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But an open window, let’s loneliness

In.

A horn from a train moans into the

Night.

The saddest of voices, a haunting

Sound Bite.

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A dog, chained, howls at the

Dark.

The wind, probing, clawing the

Screen.

Crickets and tree frogs, mourn for my

Dreams.

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Light probes the window, cars passing

By.

The pounding bass, from a pimped out

Ride.

Tinted windows, who’s there

Inside?

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Such loneliness, trapped in my

Youth.

Is it melancholy, or am I just

Sad?

I don’t know, both feel so

Bad.

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Empty and lonely, these haunt my

Heart.

Time passed, so many long

Years.

I hear that horn and in rush the

Fears.

© 2016 – by Jeff Lossau