no night lights.
clocks tick
time drifts
my eyes linger
my pace slows
ground gets harder
lights flicker
the daylight has faded
the moon has risen high
my body rejects adversity
landing on the concrete walk
arms holding me up
my eyes slowly find their way north
the worst part about this place.
the things that I am missing most
the dullest thing about the concrete wonderland
in the skyscrapper jungle…
there are no night lights.
