A Lonely Light Pole

A lonely light pole stands tall watching over the night,
It listens to the distant buzz of cars,
It hears the hushed whispers of a tipsy passerby,
It feels the icy breeze of a July's night.

It follows the vague glistening of the stars,
It observes the silence encompassing itself,
It watches the shadows of the trees dancing in the wind.

It hears the audible shatter of a heart,
Dark clouds envelope the night sky,
Beads of rain encasing the lonely light pole.

It feels a twinge of pain in its metaphorical chest,
It can't let go of its broken memories,
It can't help but hate its repetitive life,
Watching everyone else's life continue,
As it stays tall and still nevertheless.

No one will ever know,
But it shines the brightest in the middle of the night,
With no one to see and no one to care,
The lonely light pole merely a lifeless and cold metal beam.

But the lonely light pole knows it's always darkest before the dawn.