Night (beginning)

Whilst its one in the morning,

This night’s never going to end.  Though,

The silent city’s sleeping still,

My thoughts reach a crescendo.


As the streetlights blink in darkness,

Down the night time’s ghostly road,

In the black behind my eyeballs,

Unseen stars start to explode.


2 Responses to “Night (beginning)”

  1. This is an apt metaphor for it. Those last two lines are brilliant. 🙂

    • Thanks Rigel. Its kind of a work in progress, feel free to suggest bits! I really liked your stuff, by the way, not a genre I would usually be into but you write really well and I found myself compelled to read on!

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