To be home
The city breathes… screeching loud.
The sirens of lawgivers;
The voices of the forgotten cry out beside me.
My hands stinging… cold and wet.
My feet ache as my heart;
And my tears, I taste with bitter silence.
The street… a beacon of emptiness,
Filled with the cunning
The fearful… and the feared.
My pencil,
Scarred and blunt.
my paper,wrinkled and filthy.
My heart cries these words,
And somewhere,
Amid the noise of the night;
My angel will come.
And I will be home.
The street I will not feel;
The fear I will not see.
My hand shakes;
I fight the call.
Where is my angel!!!
I want to be home for a while!!
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Cathi Norman
Stunning image and writing!! :))
Lumase
Poetry all over.
Kim Calvert
Beautiful writing, and the image is great…love the pink lighting
terugvanver
Wonderful photography!
Holly Kempe
Your words paint the picture and your photo the words….
SanjaXOXO
Ian…this is beautiful!! Where is this??
Ian Kahler
This was shot in the early morning in the city where I live Sanja.
The writing that accompanied it was, unfortunately, a personal experience for me many years ago.
SD Smart 7 days ago
Exceptional. Great work.