At the intersection

It is night
and though the city sleeps
there are those who lie awake
and stare unseeing through the windows
reflecting on the darkness within.

Your lamp
illuminates the page
and these blank walls
but cannot seem to touch
the deeper recesses of the heart.
I feel my way down these familiar streets
groping for the walls
and, finding none to touch,
instead of turning right,
or left,
exploring other possibilities,
I freeze in panic and despair
crying out for safety
when light could always be
just around the corner.


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