Lullabies of the Graveyard Shift
A poem
A poem
the darkness is never truly quiet
especially not for us
toiling through the midnight hour
we are the keepers of the hush
the guardians of the stillness
the sentinels of the night
our footsteps echo like a mournful metronome
as we make our rounds
through the silent halls
the fluorescent lamps
cast a sickly glow
that seems to seep into our bones
and weary our souls
we hear the buildings creak
like ancient lungs exhaling
the incessant drip of faucets
like tears in the void
and in the corner
a fluorescent light flickers
keeping rhythm with our hearts
these are our lullabies
the songs that serenade us
through the long, dark hours
when the world is asleep
we are the caretakers
of this hushed sanctuary
the custodians of quiet
in a world that never rests
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