Isolation

In the darkest hours
of the night,
I drift through the city,
eyes worn and thoughts strayed.

A fog has settled.
Hazy blankets filling every void.
Yellow light held by specks of air,
radiates in spheres.

Signs streaked with
efflorescent lines,
dripping as I pass by.

On a road ten lanes wide
and a city full of millions.
The grey mist swallows me
and from within it,
I hide.

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