Night hour

Doors on the neighbors balcony
closed shut,
the drapes followed, then the blackout.

Sidewalks empty as voices fade,
keys rattle as shops close,
the buzz of street lamps resonates.

The whoosh of passing cars—
now sporadic

The night hour is here,
when the silence arises and amplifies
all the noises in me:

The waves crashing against the cliff,
the howls of a thousand winds,

The monkey screeching as it swings
from tree to tree.

It never lets me sleep.

Silence

save me

this is such a mess lol.