The Night Walk

tasteless is the day
irony plays a game, but
nobody wants to play
clouds and fogs taking over
flowers refuse to grow
birds decide to stop singing
life has its own rules of game
when you lose
it throws rocks at you
regardless how you feel

it’s pouring again
time for a walk home
alone, counting steps
avoiding puddles
the walk has been lonely
with street lights
tailing me behind

i’m talking to my self
my brain hurts
my body is rejecting me
even my own shadow
has deserted me
it’s taken over by the night
other shadows lurking in the corner
watching, waiting for
their next prey
and i cry for your name out loud
in silence


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