My Neighbourhood

My neighbourhood
Is a mystery
I do not explore it
Merely fear it
The clear cut lawns
Road Hockey
How creepy is that?
And when the digits change
And my face, unbidden
Looms from behind the curtains
It is silent
Swathed in a fake orange light
A blanket of false security
Nullified by the paranoia
The streetlights watch over it all
I see in their glow

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