Streets of Blight
Nov 5, 2021
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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
