Nighttime isn’t always dull at all
The dark has too many stories to tell
I’ve seen pimps escort the dancers to clubs,
Living high in the fast lane of money
Influential people sneaking out through the back door,
Collars raised, heads bowed
Afraid of what the press might say
About their unholy nights
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I’ve seen deaths in the alleyways
Bodies tossed in the trash
Waiting on pest and bacteria to tamper with evidence
Erasing their existence
I’ve seen beggars lay on the sidewalk
Praying for warmth… And a goodnight’s sleep….
I’ve seen her walking out of the all night chemist
Contemplating the loss of her purity
Was it worth gaining his love?
She doesn’t notice the other on the curb,
Pouring her soul out in noiseless tears
He threatened to abandon her if she didn’t do it,
And she feared the loss of support…
She wonders whether it was justifiable…
She knows her parents would kick her out
And she couldn’t afford the upkeep if she kept it.
I’ve seen the pure bliss of love
As he took her to dinner-she was wearing his favorite scent-
They’re hoping they’ll last forever…
And I’ve seen the pain of heartbreak
He’s standing in the corner
Waiting for something to numb the pain
They told him he was falling too deep_
Till she took off with all his money,
And a new guy-
All he had left were the bruises in his heart.
There’s another swaying in the park,
Bottle of vodka in a brown paper bag
Too tired to continue,
Too hopeless to hold on
Clinging to the last strings of sanity
I see myself, walking alone
In the company of my thoughts
And the light of the moon
To guide my steps home.
Article courtesy of Ashley …
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