# Poem #81: Lights

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Poetry, loneliness

#82 of Poetry

It'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.

_Lights_

Something in the air breathes  
I can see it in the frosty air  
But I do not see anyone there

Maybe I just have selective blindness  
Or maybe I've gone mad  
Either way, I see wafts of frosty breath  
Appearing at regular intervals

As I walk around at night  
Beneath the city street lamps  
Glowing in the frosty air,  
I notice other little clouds of breath  
With no mouths to produce them

I walk to school, and no one is there  
So I walk home, and no one is there either  
I go online, and no one is online  
I wonder where everyone has gone

It's strange, but somehow  
Those little clouds beneath the little lights  
Tell me that everyone hasn't gone  
But that they're just not there

So I wrap myself up in words  
Written on the paper in front of me  
Hoping that another can look upon them  
And understand what I feel.

~bhscorch

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