Gentle Concrete

Carry me home to a place once true.

Through the stars and thoughts so few.

Lift me from the gentle concrete,

And toward the sound of yesterday,

Where the blood will wash away,

And all your fears will set us free,

Flying into signs held high,

Bleeding words written to the tune of time,

Quiet eyes bloom beneath the unspoken goodbyes.

And I only wish to be,

Silence your cries and bury me beneath the sea,

Singing below the violence tinted skies,

To a child lost and a dream among the frost,

All my life I never thought to ask why,

Until my face was found on screen,

And was painted among broken dreams,

The gunshots became another scream,

And my breaths began to sleep underneath

The dust of time and whispers of crime,

These words I can never say,

From nights so gray to bullet decay,

I fall asleep in between the morning sun,

And awake beneath the honest guns,

Of the slipping streets and things undone.

Author's Note

I want to say thank you again to all who review my poems, it really does mean a lot to me.

Reviews

[Bear]

I like the sound of this but I am not sure just what it means, I get "Carry me home to a place once true." but "Through the stars and thoughts so few." I don't understand what you mean.
The harsh realities come to life in your poem, if I wasn't old I would use words like gangster to describe it but even just typing it has me laughing at myself :~)

[Daughter of Darkness]

Great poem. The flow of it is phenomenal. Keep writing. I love your work.

[Emily]

Great idea for a poem!
Keep it up!!

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There is such a contrast in your title and your poem, Twiggy...we don't think of concrete as being gentle but here it seems to represent both the tomb and the streets (once silent but now full of violence)...I hear the plea from someone not gone, whose words will never be heard, speaking as she should have before life was snuffed out...i admire how you carry themes through your poetry but always find ways to make them unique where the reader can view them from another angle...and in the end, something undone is as concrete as death and those streets...well-done