"Street-Light"
by: Wes Robert Ward
The street-light
it keeps me up
at night.
I close the curtain,
yet somehow
it doesn't stay closed.
The street-light
it keeps me up
at night
and I suppose
somehow or yet
it wants me to watch it glow.
Insomnia begins
with the lightbulb
that glares
in the dark night.
Restlessness ends
with the lightbulb
that goes off
when light appears
in the distant sky.
Till then
I stare
at the street-light.
I stare
at the street-light.
I stare
at the street-light….
…. forever into the night,
a sleepless sight
that burns bright
into the dreamless
mind of no delight.
Oh, street-light,
oh, street-light,
please die
tragically tonight
so I may
sleep this night.
Die, street-light, die,
for I won't cry
or shed one tear.
or even mourn or stifle…
screw it, where's my rifle?
The End. 💡
