A bare light burns
Upon the face
Of nights intensity
Thoughts invade
Deeper regions
Like soldiers lined
Each a killer
Without a crime.
A stifling scent
Upon the air
That mocking lightbulbs
Threatening stare
Flickers again
Its heat reflects
Its threats mundane
The light it sweats.
One more drink
A cigarette burns
The exit marked
Violence flares
Its 2 am
Too drunk to fight
I am a witness
Of this violent night.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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