Blasted By Waves of Fire
The clock moves in one direction
as we search for something
amidst the canyons
of our metropolis
All the dawns you have known
have vanished
into
Dark, black, night
We believe that light will
filter in
We're hoping that it will
praying that it will
To continue our search
we nedd warmth
and sunbeams - which will alow our tired eyes to find
what we are seeking
here in the asphalt homeland
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007
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