This rainy night’s been hollow to its core…

This rainy night’s been hollow to its core
I pull into this phantom, ghostly spot
Where red eyed folks stare blankly at the floor
And hold the few small items they have got

The bright lights can’t keep out the dark of night
The darkness in our every walking soul
As prowlers of the rain, we feel the blight
Of rotting hopes, and hearts no longer
Whole

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