Thoughts In Noir
On misted streets of fog and pain
With lamp post lighted thoughts of rain
The city, bleak in heart’s demise
Is cold, as tears now taunt my eyes
To walk in disappointment’s dawn
The streets grow weary as I yawn
Though every life must sometimes shade
I contemplate decisions made
And though we all know things must end
And good things break and others bend
It’s hard to fathom graying skies
When promises are often lies
Yet, something always fills the crack
A light that somewhere has my back
To lift the fog of morning chill
And somehow reinstate my will
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