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The Night

an original poem by Jason White

By Jason WhitePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Night
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Who knows why the night

Determines

Who should live,

Who should die,

Who should get to fight,

And,

Who gets to fuck?

Who gave the night

So much power

Over us?

People laughing

Never to remember.

A mother crying

Never to forget.

The night is king

And queen

And the entire court of thieves.

While we play the bloody fools.

Traipsing around

One eye blinded

The other on a prize

That'll never be ours.

The night is cunning.

A fox on the prowl

And we are its prey.

The damned night.

So many souls lost

To the night.

So much potential given away

To the allures of the

Fucking night.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Jason White

Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.

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