The City

Dark winding streets

 

The world in my head is like a city

Running down streets in the dark

People stop and test me

If I fail the maze of roads continues to get hard

I cry out for help

No one answers my call

The city sleeps

And the buildings become tall

My knight is long gone

He left before the break of dawn

He figured out my game of chess

And that he was among the pawns

I suffer in my city

I feel the pain of a thousand tortured souls

I can still feel my heart beat

Even though worms crawl through the holes

I miss my family

I want to find my way home

I need a smiling face

But alone in the city I still roam

I lie down on a cold street

So tired I try to sleep

And in my slumber I shall stay

Until I die and hell I greet

Author's Note

This is about a dream I had.