Grey Nights
I love staying up late.
A quiet time to create secrets.
Looking out into the dark of night,
a street lamp lights my room.
It lets me think and prepare for the next day.
Would I notice it was night if I didn’t have a window?
It’s funny honestly,
just like how quitting an addiction is more celebrated than never falling into one,
we naturally see the dark in the light or the light in the dark.
A white cloud blows, outlining the darkness.
I wish people would see the light in the darkness,
instead of the darkness in the light.
But I guess it can be hard to control if the lights in your room are on or off when you wake up.
You just look for something other than what’s all around you;
something different.
Or it becomes a loophole.
trying to find what’s around you inside what’s different.
you find dark in light in dark in light in dark;
or you find light in dark in light in dark in light.
To break the loophole, you must see the grey.
It will keep you from going insane.
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Some really good questions asked throughout this poem. And the ‘light in dark in light…’ was a really cool, creative decision. Keeps the mind turning over the questions.
Thank you! That’s what I was trying to say, a constant flip between two sides! And I’m glad you like my repetitive style!
I sense the search for balance in this poem, thanks for sharing!
Thank you for understanding, it’s validating!
My first read of your work is rewarding. I will light my lamp of dark in this Lexpomo adventure.
Very nice HJ, I like the questioning nature and the appeal to see the gray. Good policy!
I wish people would see the light in the darkness! Yes!