Late Night Walk by Kori | Written 3/3/2017
Under the night sky is the scent of those trying to make it.
Weary people roughly move,
so much in common but ignoring each other.
Waves of emotions thrash against your chest,
but keeping your head in the clouds is a way to avoid problems.
Crooked smiles don’t spell out what you desire,
no matter how much you gaze, I can’t figure you out.
The rain falling snaps me out of my trance.
My emotions are still getting the best of me,
but I would rather walk in silence,
ignoring your stares, and mindlessly judge others.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.