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City Of Broken Souls
The city is littered with broken souls,
To reside among nature, the purest of goals,
Some dream of vast fields of green,
Deep in their minds, a vivid scene.
Chained to the nightmare of city life,
Fractured daily by overwhelming strife,
Yearning to escape and breathe country air,
Just a single breath can ease your despair.
Held captive in the city for most of my years,
Drowning internally in a tsunami of tears,
I worked myself right to the bone,
To have a little cottage to call my own.
I retired there at the age of sixty six,
To dwell in my garden and feed my chicks,
City life was a battle that cut me deep to my core,
Today I stand the smiling victor, ‘tis I who won the war.
Copyright ©
Lee Geoghegan
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