Short Poems

I stood a top the billboard as everyone walked past me. I eagerly stared at the wooden structure, hoping someone will notice.

No one did.

The numbers kept flashing. No pattern, no rhyme or rhythm. I couldn't wrap my head around them. The symbols on the wall didn’t help either, the red lights made it hard to see.

I gave up and remained still, awaiting the end.

It makes no sense to leave the lights on during the day.

It’s not like that light is going to make me go away.

I can’t feel my body. I can’t move or blink, yet I keep moving.

Be-wary of the forest

Entering it will leave you
Hiding from the creatures

Inside
Nothing will help you as
Dead men tell no tells.