Poem #81: Lights by bhscorch1313

Poem #81: Lights

#82 of Poetry

It's a poem about feeling alone in the world, even though you really aren't. I think we all feel this way sometimes. I know I do.

Lights

Something in the air breathes

I can see it in the frosty air

But I do not see anyone there

Maybe I just have selective blindness

Or maybe I've gone mad

Either way, I see wafts of frosty breath

Appearing at regular intervals

As I walk around at night

Beneath the city street lamps

Glowing in the frosty air,

I notice other little clouds of breath

With no mouths to produce them

I walk to school, and no one is there

So I walk home, and no one is there either

I go online, and no one is online

I wonder where everyone has gone

It's strange, but somehow

Those little clouds beneath the little lights

Tell me that everyone hasn't gone

But that they're just not there

So I wrap myself up in words

Written on the paper in front of me

Hoping that another can look upon them

And understand what I feel.

~bhscorch