I don’t want to spend these nights alone,
Wandering until I have lost my way.
I want you to guide me so I don’t get lost,
Brighten the streets so I don’t get scared.
I walk in hopes of passing you in the dark,
But with each step you become farther—
I become more distant from myself.
The hypertrophy of hope each morning,
Is destroyed with the rise of stars.
I stand so far away from home,
But still walk deeper into the night—
Still hoping somewhere, somehow,
You manage to hear my thoughts.
DannYetman
www,yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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