City Of Broken Souls

The city is littered with broken souls, To reside among nature, the purest of goals, Some dream of vast fields of green, Deep in their minds, a vivid scene. Chained to the nightmare of city life, Fractured daily by overwhelming strife, Yearning to escape and breathe country air, Just a single breath can ease your despair. Held captive in the city for most of my years, Drowning internally in a tsunami of tears, I worked myself right to the bone, To have a little cottage to call my own. I retired there at the age of sixty six, To dwell in my garden and feed my chicks, City life was a battle that cut me deep to my core, Today I stand the smiling victor, ‘tis I who won the war.