“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

City, In The

Home is a place of twisted-up dreams

And so we revel in dangerous scenes

We leap and we soar past the dark, brooding trees

One wrong step and we fall to our knees

Scratches apparent through bloodied-up jeans

Nobody cares that we burst at the seams

Every night fearing what tomorrow brings


Comments on: "City, In The" (1)

  1. We all wonder that as we sleep every single night what the following day might bring.. very nice poem..:-)

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