Poem: the night remains still

A poem about feeling depressed and stagnated.

Quiet. The night remains still– 
People cease activities, though 
You can hear the whirs of engines 
Outside your apartment window. 

Distraught. Maybe the birds 
Sleep when the moon has risen. 
Or perhaps animals come to
Be themselves when we cannot. 

You open your window to let 
Cold, brisk, summer air in– 
Letting its breeze waft passed, 
Its direction ill in effect. 

And you glance outside, thinking. 
Even when life has dulled, 
Bats still search for food, and 
Crickets chirp a meticulous song. 

Depressed. You find life in 
Each aspect of the night– these 
Parts of nature living as if it’s 
The ending of tomorrow. 

So you try to breathe it in, 
The longing in the nightly air– 
A hope that you too will find 
Depth to the monotone inside. 

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