misery loves company
sun going down on a sunday evening
there’s no place I’d rather be but right
here where there’s no place to hide
I’ve been told sometimes I’m
somebody other than myself
standing perfectly still in the light
leaning toward the darker side
electric lights lose their brilliance
on the clearest of moonlit nights
complimenting the city of flowers
opening up to the lost and lonely
despite such compromise here I am
alive in this black and white world
enthusiastically tiptoeing its fine line
april two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I really like this poem. This stanza especially,
“I’ve been told sometimes I’m
somebody other than myself
standing perfectly still in the light
leaning toward the darker side”
Thank you for sharing.
thank you for visiting and reading and commenting on this poem, Ali!