by N. Cullen.

Created on: July 10, 2008

Sleep drips from my eyes now.

The wetness has seeped through my bones,
into my soul,
sending a sharp chill,
that keeps my cold
heart beating
through yet another day.

Hands shake,
another night of watching both
sunrise
and
set

Where are all the other night-walkers?
I think,
to myself,
in the dark
as a candle burns its life away.

Shadows flicker on the wall,
on the street,
in the car,
and around the park.

I chase them
but it doesn't seem to
get me anywhere.

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