Into The Night

by CJ Maleney   Nov 15, 2018


In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts
As
The technologically advanced
Mash keyboards with fingers

Thumbs tap luminescent screens
They scroll to make sense of their creations
As
The blind feel for dots and indentations
Young people scribble in wet sand

All alone in the dark

Sleepless

Into the night

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Yes indeed. Sometimes we can't even begin to understand or process. We all try to make sense of it still.

  • 5 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Don't think I need to explain this one as we've all been there