Streetlights Part Ii
I'm standing here still, where the sweat of my soul fell__
knee deep in the blood... of our wishing well
Right back here where our troubles began.
where we decided to stand; be us woman or man.
~under the broken streetlight with our story to tell.
knee deep in the blood... of our wishing well
Flows of crimson water began to rise and swell
Need to fix these streetlights or stand on a stool
Waves of blood splatter streams creating a pool
downpouring rain of tears, sweat and drool
rivers of heartache, seas of lost souls
outpouring red lakes roll upon rolls
Shine the spotlight to see us; and clearly be ware
listless, void and null, riding ships of despair
standing at the hull, up to heaven we stare
searching for face and name for our lives to blame
of this unwanted fame, to our families brought shame
who caused plight of our destiny to be so unfavorably
hidden deep in history, lost books , scrolls and mystery
forbidden knowledge, denied registry, forever to live in misery
“Yea! It is more to this human bondage than blood of ancestry
If the streetlights could talk, what a story they’ll tell
All episodes don't end a fabulous fairytale,
Most often 'tis sorrows of the nightingale
For every life to succeed, there are many to fail
drop a coin anywhere; but not into this wishing well.
Copyright © Niyna Desangre | Year Posted 2019
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