The Land of Milk and HoneyA Poem by Tkess
The night covers us like a bruise Through black-eyed alleys And battered street corners A puzzle of the world
Pieces missing and scattered about The city speaks a sordid dialect Known only to the w****s and pushers; A street light halo over the angels of sin city
The skyline, a silhouette of love and lust Against the blue veil of the heavens The city leaves its mark like a blue-white contusion A wound that will not heal
Shattered and torn, broken and crushed Like the scorn of many a lover The city morns, but it will not weep In the land of apathy there is no sleep © 2011 TkessReviews
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10 Reviews Added on August 4, 2011 Last Updated on August 4, 2011 AuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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