Not Again

Posted on by Reena Saxena

yellow lights dot a sky which is
not yet dark
pessimistic shadows show shapes
familiar, yet scary
unrealistic, but stoned
to stoke fears of what is probable
what can happen
from a particular perspective

those yellow lights look like signals from heaven
to someone who can’t sleep
in fear of being overtaken, overpowered
by rivals, enemies or competitors
but knows there’s a way out there
somewhere
even if it takes one
on unfamiliar routes
on land, sky or water

where destinations might numb
discomfort of journeys
all because one was not prepared
all because one did not trust
not again

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