Awakened From Its Slumber

at night
train stations exposed and naked
empty
alone, except for the company
of the dark
except for the silent cries
of isolated islands of light
pinned and needled
numbed by the fingers of the night
a pending awareness….
waiting for something….
perhaps nothing!
though still apprehensive
as late night travellers cast
shadows against the walls
as if rising from the pavement
when humanity closes its eyes
weeps
truth emerges from the various
degrees of black
awakened from its slumber
wraps itself around the innocent
for a moment
stares back, as if questioning
under the protection of the dark

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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