lamp post

a lamp post alone on a road

as orange becomes an episode

when the darkness and silence touch.

it was not sad, just not much.

gleaming light unto the lonely land,

as the people start to snore like a band.

no vehicles to wake me up,

nor howls of a dog and a pup.

just the deafening crickets,

as they shout a sonnet,

to hide my little secret. 

For I am a lamp post at midnight, 

my moon companion left my sight, 

only the color and the fright

as the bulb lost its sight.

but a shadow came out

and saw a flickering sprout 

the dead stars watched the earth 

awaiting another rebirth. 

as the lamppost embraced by misery 

replaced its incandescence and battery

the shadow revealed its face

a graveyard shift on a daze

for red is not the chosen hue

but orange will always be you.