Ethan Wilson

In The Dark - Poem by Ethan Wilson

Down here in the dark, damp gritty alley
I live with the shadows, and the disgusting dally
I observe from the sidelines the people under streetlights
Their crapulence creating oblivion, safe of night

Up there in the bright, large clean office
He dies in his chair, with a slight sharp hiss
He stands at the window gazing at the man down below
His thoughts thinking 'how familiar, I do not know'

Down on the busy, bustling city street
I look up with a knowing, of his dark vice's
I saw him the night before, a wedding ring and a whore
His money I want, not his work nor his chore

Up there through the smick, reflective glass
Eyes light up with remembrance, he wants to spar
He saw him in the dark of night, observing out of sight
He wants my money, but he will only get a fight

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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