Night Wings...

 
               




A troubled soul, far too young
to feel so old, runnin’ dark streets
n’ no one sees him passin’ by

The mind’s in a state, hope seems
locked away or so far out of reach  
to try...  

He cries inside, “Why can’t
they see me when I’m ‘clothed
in‘ this guise?”

Wishin’ with all his might,
he had ‘night wings’ so he could fly

Then, as abruptly as his night run
began, It comes to an end

 When in mere seconds 16 SHOTS
frees an embattled soul BYE...