Quiet

Image by Okan Caliskan from Pixabay 

Somewhere between sunset and sunrise

We exist, brothers and sisters,

In our nether world

Shared with more productive denizens

Servants of the light dwellers

Police and trash collectors

And tough waitresses at bad diners

They inhabit the world because they have a purpose

We inhabit it because we have none

.

The quiet is a sound of it’s own

It speaks to us

.

We are together and alone

Finding each other would relieve our ennui

Disqualifying us from this nocturnal club

This place is for the heartbroken

For the lonely

For the hopeless

For the over thinkers

For the overly dramatic

.

We are inferior and superior

We hide our fear with introspection

Writing poems that no one will read

We turn our noses up at what we most want

.

We can spot each other

I can pick out a soul lost in the night

They smile and laugh a little too hard

But I can see it in their eyes

The fear that no one cares

The fear that they will wander forever

Stuck in this darkness

“I should have been a pair of ragged claws”*

© Glenn R Keller 2021, All Rights Reserved

*The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock – TS Eliot