Folly and The City That Always Sleeps

At five I am awake,
showered, clean.


I quietly crept from the hotel room.

So this is it?


My final farewell,to the city that always sleeps.


Two others sleep,


oblivious,


Goodbye.

all the wrong drugs.

I am off to save  myself


or destroy myself.

I am a desert tonight,


an ocean this morning.

I hold back tears as I walk these dirty streets for the last time-


I long for a place to return to,

a place for my ghost to cling to.-

Reviews

[Tricia Pattinson]

You sketch the steps of waking up beautifully. The letting go of past dreams for new. Beautiful.

[Lauriegirl]

This is quite haunting and a very lovely write

[Linda alexander]

Well penned and well expressed

[Delmar Cooper]

Well written and evocative. A pleasure to read.

[Matching Socks]

I think I'm over analyzing what this means, it's so raw and expressive.
Very nicely delivered and thought provoking.

[Blake Fodor]

Thank you for sharing this thought provoking emotion filled and powerful piece.
I really respect this write a lot.

[Mila]

Wow...I really think I should read more poetry on here because this was...whoa intense!
I loved it; you painted a masterpiece with so few words. I can't even begin to get into how much the words reached out and brushed those strokes. Bravo! Well done!