Streets of Blight

As the sun

gives way

To the moon

at the end

of the day

There seen within

a split second

Is a foreshadow

that does beckon

The lonely and

lost souls of night

Whom sleepwalk

towards hells gate

like moths to the light

Forgoing survival

no longer self-aware

Just mindless zombies

unable to care

About what life

throws at them

For their senses

are now too numb

To the reality

of their plight

Amongst those adrift

on the streets of blight



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T.J. Hübner

Poet, Author, Writer and Ex-Caregiver — Dementia and Caregiver advocate. Lone wolf who has found his voice.