The night man walks along
In the darkness, thickly black,
Almost heavy as guilt.
The bottle swings from his hand,
Gets caught glinting in the street lamps
His footsteps stumble on the concrete sidewalk,
The cracks choking the feeble green-gray weeds
Trying to slither through.
Hat slung low and collar pulled high
Against the bitter winter wind,
The night man walks on.
The night man walks on
Against the bitter wind.
Hat slung low and collar pulled high,
Trying to slither through
The cracks; Choking the feeble green-gray weeds,
His footsteps stumble on. The concrete sidewalk
Gets caught glinting in the street lamps.
The bottle swings from his hand,
Almost heavy as guilt
In the darkness, thickly black.The night man walks on.
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I think you did a really great job with this piece. You used the concept of the mirror poem really well.
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