Sheltered Dreams
Babies crying, mothers sighing, old men
In remnates of suits discussing the fate of
The world as they share a pint of memories.
TV blaring, fighters glaring at
Each other waiting for eternity
To move toward them.
Wino breath and preachers death
Knell for those in fear of
Soulless bodies and redemption.
Days are gone, so this throng
Roost in this place built with
Uncaring hands and minds.
Some will leave, some will bereave
But all will have
Sheltered dreams.
Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017
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