{"sf1_id":488880,"sf2_id":"3eggpEVe","title":"Poem #81: Lights","author":"bhscorch1313","words":171,"posted_at":"2013-01-17T15:24:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","loneliness"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/488880-poem-81-lights","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/3eggpEVe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/db/5f/db5f3dbd-e8ea-4675-9d4d-8624ef354f63","description":"#82 of Poetry\n\nIt'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.","content":"_Lights_\n\nSomething in the air breathes  \nI can see it in the frosty air  \nBut I do not see anyone there\n\nMaybe I just have selective blindness  \nOr maybe I've gone mad  \nEither way, I see wafts of frosty breath  \nAppearing at regular intervals\n\nAs I walk around at night  \nBeneath the city street lamps  \nGlowing in the frosty air,  \nI notice other little clouds of breath  \nWith no mouths to produce them\n\nI walk to school, and no one is there  \nSo I walk home, and no one is there either  \nI go online, and no one is online  \nI wonder where everyone has gone\n\nIt's strange, but somehow  \nThose little clouds beneath the little lights  \nTell me that everyone hasn't gone  \nBut that they're just not there\n\nSo I wrap myself up in words  \nWritten on the paper in front of me  \nHoping that another can look upon them  \nAnd understand what I feel.\n\n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n\"Lights\"\u0026nbsp;by bhscorch is licensed under a\u0026nbsp;[Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/).\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/481777-poem-80-ghost.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/491376-poem-82-bleck.json"}}