the lights outside
flicker
lonely souls
circling sidewalks
eyes down
to the dirty, wasteful
ground
petrified. desolute. alone.
a labyrinth
surrounding
suffocating, eternally
the sky does not
exist for them
too high! too high!
Categories: Poetry
S. K. Nicholas
Author of A Journal for Damned Lovers & X and I: A Novel
Well, maybe they should all stand on their heads and walk on their feet. =) then, they may see past the sky and to the footprints on the moon… =)
I can imagine it would get a little uncomfortable after a while though 😉