Just rambling through the forest of life.


2.oo am not a soul around,

the city sounds like a ghost town.

Empty streets snake under cold street lamps.

In the distance church bells strike on the hour.

Some houses have lights shining through cracks in the curtains,

illuminate an empty street, where litter travels down.

I lay here in bed listening, just listening.

For some life, some life outside, to greet the day.

The new moon smiles down on the city.

Foxes pass by, cats hunt under parked cars, chasing shadows.

Occasional footsteps pass by the house, breaking the silence,

only to be consumed again by the stillness of the night.


Comments on: "2.00am" (1)

  1. Catherine Johnson said:

    Wonderful poem!

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