�Strange Nature�

We seep through a city still asleep in nightmares and dreams
The night sky above covers and protects us always
Black is at it’s core and our hearts find comfort there.

A silent nod to the ships that pass by
They may know of our problems and how much we worry
Probably never see them again, but for a minute we were connected with something.

Brittle were the random thoughts throwing up ideas
No bridge laid down between the sane and the out-of-control
Flaked away before they could be sorted into a strong thought process.

Now certain streets call your name with promises and temptations
So it’s completely up to you whether you answer the call of strange nature…

Would the insides cry out, roll over and be face down in damp pillows?
Would their search lights reach across the city and find you here?
Do they even care that I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with only a key for protection?
 

Reviews

[R. Gene MacDonald]

Interesting writing here. Your wording is very solid, and your imagery is very strong. I like the connections you make here with things we may never see again, like feelings we may never feel agian. Good solid work!

[Gary H]

This throws up some great ideas and wonderful imagery. I particularly like the isolation of the last line which feels typical of a big city. Certainly brings back memories of walking around London in the early hours, something I could never do here in Crawley - too dangerous!