Thanks Kate, wish I could manage to write some longer pieces like some of your excellent poems. Anyway here's another shorty.

Weary City

I stumble down streets I no longer remember,
Heart lost in this city of fallen pretenders,
Indifferent currents slowly sweep me along,
Whilst sirens scream songs that were lost long ago.

What man could make these concrete hells?
Of towering greys and cheap rotting smells,
Where wide eyed urchins pant their glee,
Disturbing the angels dreaming of sleep.

Can weary blue eyes ever find peace?
Maybe the city will grant it's release,
Where rich soils lie and tall trees grow,
There you shall find me at peace with my soul.


You sit there in your comfort, you don't believe I'm real. But you cannot buy protection from the way that I feel!