Town was buzzing

the band was playing

people everywhere smiling

it was good to see

The only dead-pan looks

 on the faces

From the homeless

and the Jehovah’s Witnesses

I watched the people go by

from the comfort of the cafe

my camomile tea

my only companion

No rush to leave

I go about my day

in complete silence

my eyes grew heavy

I need sleep

I need to switch off

I need to think about

nothing for a while

Prose pours from me

but not my novel

I have lost my voice

A light within has gone

Lost its brightness

Perhaps I will never recover

it is comparable to dusk

a life lived in dusk

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