Darkness swallows
The vibrant town
Only the outcasts
Linger around
Homeless in tents
Upon waste ground
The otherside
Of life abounds.
The scurrying thieves
Alert to the night
In search of opportunity
Avoiding the lights
Outside the nightclubs
Another wild fight.
Its 3 AM
Not a copper in sight.
The cars move slow
Drivers drugged or drunk
The dealer is faster
Delivering drugs
At last the blue lights
Police vans arrive
An ambulance summoned
Blood on the ground.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
This poem sets the scene well with its images and good rhyme. It has great flow and ends its message emphatically
thanking you
You are most welcome
An all too familiar scene at the end of a crazy night. People should really try and behave themselves. But unfortunately they seldom do. Especially at a bar afyer last call. An enjoyable read. Nice write.
appreciated, thanks
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