At black hours,
when everyone left,
I stayed with a heavy heart.
In the illusion of the future,
like an ox at the oil press.
Spinning in memories,
sojourning old alleys
where it all started.
Like a ghost town
filled with memories,
vacant for now.
Is it the world’s emptiness,
or my hallucination?
— Ray Moonee
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Author:
Ray Moonee (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: "The Night Ride" explores the mental space of night—when the world falls asleep, but the mind stays awake. It reflects the quiet anxiety of thinking about the future, the endless loop of overthinking, and the habit of revisiting the past in search of different outcomes. This poem uses night as a metaphor for solitude and heightened awareness, where memories feel alive but hope feels temporarily absent. The final question asks whether this emptiness belongs to the world itself or is created by the mind in the stillness of night.
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Reminiscing where the mind spins as a stripped bolt without effect where the missing teeth on a gear fail to engage and the wheel spins and spins with no engagement. The mind spins as well in this silence and void. Nicely written
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