The night calls out to me
From the voids of the great unknown
Slow…seductive…silent
I walk…I keep walking
Hunger burns with renewed fervor
Burying all else beyond comprehension
I look around hoping to see light…
I see the night…I look for food
I refuse to return to reality
I walk in a haze…somnambulating while awake
I look to buy a smile on my mother’s lips
I wonder what to trade for the right to survive…
The mind wanders…
Like the restless wind lost in the concrete jungle…
I see neon, music and a drunk world heady with success
While I look for life in the leftovers
I sit for a while in the pavement…
The parched lips finally wet with my own blood
Slowly the night takes me in its arms…
Sleep…Silence…Peace…
3 comments:
"I see neon, music and a drunk world heady with success
While I look for life in the leftovers" Amazing starkness....Terrible pain..beautifully written in lines that will remain unforgettable for all those who come across them..."I look to buy a smile on my mother’s lips
I wonder what to trade for the right to survive…"
You get me high on your work...Keep writing
wow! just wow!
i am gonna use another adjective...hehe...you are stupendous and so observant and expressive, it shows in what you write.
keep it up! :D
"I sit for a while in the pavement…
The parched lips finally wet with my own blood
Slowly the night takes me in its arms…
Sleep…Silence…Peace…"
Pen is mightier than a sword. Your pen, definitely is.
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