KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Succumb
The darkness leaches into the sky
The noise filters outwards
It dissipates with the busyness
Of a suburban street at night.
Dishes clank and dinner smells devine,
No leftovers tonight.
TV mutters away but is anyone really watching?
Teenagers entertain themselves
On endless computer games
As I succumb to the night.
© KJ Eastwick 2017
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