South Campus Commons

Silent footsteps through the courtyard,
distant voices,
the crickets unending song.
The autumn gust
through the trees.

The dim lamp posts at each corner
illuminating only half of each bench,
yet the dark windows of those
caught in their dreams
are untouched,
and still silent,
awaiting the bright morning sun.

The long dark silence,
through the thin curtains
feels like an eternity.

The solitude, and loneliness
wrapped around the dreamers
who scream in their sleep.

They will never be heard,
and will never be able to escape
their nightmare,
until the sun rises.





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