Night,
Shrouded in mist.
Through thin slanting sheet of rain,
Barely seeing blinking street lights,
Off and on,
High strung, wiping away tear stains.
On either sides of the wet pavement,
There were only orange glows,
Flickering off and on,
As if making a statement,
From another world.
Ride,
Alone in black.
With wheels crunching down,
Splitting rocks and slicing ground,
Faster, pedaling oh! so fast,
To escape the wrath
Of that terrible loneliness
And its ability to drown.
Me,
In a dark winter’s night.
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