Burnt Out

I speed through the night
Under the slice of streetlights
Dark light, dark light,
Until I reach a patch
A hole that's pitch black
A row of lights are off
The cavernous gap it creates
Eats the light around it
Digesting the ease
of passers by
Eerily ominous
It stares without eyes
It sees my headlights
But doesn't absorb the light
It's a reminder that the night
Is only lit because we make it
From the live wires that transmit
And the light bulbs that we keep lit
And without what we've placed in it
The night is a dark pit
That swallows up the silence and all who wade in it






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