Oh No
A sonnet about chilly desolate nights in a significant city and the steady dread of strolling alone around nighttime
The city lights sparkle out
The night echoes
The city lights dance
What's more, the night echoes
God help us
God help us
The lights go down
What's more, what's going through my psyche
The echoes of the city lights
The city lights sparkle out
The night echoes
The city lights dance
What's more, the night echoes
Good gracious
Good gracious
I get up each day and go to work
Furthermore, I'm so troubled when there's a bad dream in the city
Indeed, this kid has a Nancy Grace he might have instructed all things considered
Yet, his folks won't ever have
Enough to give their two young kids things to do
She sits like a penny and spits noticeable all around
Yet, young men, don't get to pay
He lives in the area
Furthermore, he's not living in the shadows
About the Creator
Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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