The flickering streetlights
In the dark,
Reminded me of the fireflies
I met, while I was twelve.
When my Pappa took me out
To see a full moon in all its glory
In the open field where a cherry tree stood.
I wasn’t matured then but
Innocent and curious I was
And no darkness didn’t instill,
Any pain in me, the fireflies was enough.
But now as I walk through
This silent street, which once was busy,
Where now only empty windows and
Caged dreams reside,
And lights flickered in neglect while
Streets were filled with shame,
I think to myself
How well the world has changed,
For maturity is a book now
And innocence a bane,
And fireflies aren’t enough anymore
Or the flickering lights.
And as the alleys darkened more
The lights asked me to run,
If not then it would be my turn to change.
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This poem was written in response to a writing challenge by The inked squares