literature

Broken Hush

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Past the hours of midnight dreaming,
the sky reflects the orange glow
of street lamps keeping to themselves
while the traffic moves like steady rain.

And I am at my window,
my clock hits 4:19 and
I am lost in the morning,
staring down the city.

It's not that I hate the sun, but
I don't want to greet her today,
when the atmosphere is a cracked slate
and all my chalk is broken.
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Mr-Timeshadow's avatar
Wow, this spoke to me strongly! I've had times in my life when I couldn't sleep for health reasons and the world seemed like a clumsy sketch of itself. You nicely capture the myriad things we see at a time like that. Potent stuff!