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 Photo from revdavidneuen.blogspot.com