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Life on the Darkest of Nights

sometimes inspiration has a wicked way of hitting you in the middle of the night.

By Dean TraylorPublished 11 months ago 1 min read
By Dean Traylor

I.

In the darkest of nights

when nothing stirs,

and the sound of silence

rules with a deafening roar,

the lights

on the suburban streets,

glow a soft orange.

II.

One man sees clarity,

from one of many homes

that line the barren street.

III.

Yes, in this time,

A man stares out the window

At the world that died

for the night.

His mind runs crazy,

screaming and hollering

and banging against the skull.

IV.

Within, a world of wonder

sprouts from deep corners

of his gray matter.

He sits alone,

Jotting these crazy thoughts

under a reading light attached

to a well-used notebook,

capturing the crazy world

that come forth.

V.

For that one moment,

he feels alive.

even as the world outside sleeps.

Nobody knows

in this land of sleep

that a world

rich and deep

has come to life

under ink and paper.

in the middle of the night.

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About the Creator

Dean Traylor

* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.

*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)

* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.

* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)

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