Photo by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash
When the lights blink out,
shadows take the lead,
whispering secrets to walls
in the heavy dark.
A match flares, temporary sun—
fingers cradle its glow,
but soon enough, silence returns.
In the absence of light,
even silence hums.


Comments (4)
The city at night for one has to be careful in the dark.
Mayday
in absence of light many evil things happen, agree with you
me today, you tomorrow