City of the Damned
Upon a hill
high above
the maddening crowd
voices fade
become obscure
by the sounds of nature
Dreams
lift me up
among the swirling clouds
higher
than the troubles
down below
Clarity
even for a moment
opens window of my soul
Light
rushes in, dispells
ghosts of yesterday
Slowly
steadily
walking the path back down
returning to
the City of the Damned.
Copyright © Michael Rice | Year Posted 2012
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