She's tired
lay your weary
head down
fly under
this city
of concrete bridges
yellow lights
pulse in time
taking you
further away
the birds settle
in the dark
on the rooftops
waiting for what
will not come
the sun has gone out
no struggle
will free it's chariot
of blazing hope.
-by the Corbyhawk
2 comments:
Is that a poem about your visit to NY city, you never cease to amaze me with your poetry. ♥ :) xoxoxo
No actually I wrote it in my car driving home from my show opening on that night. When they come I have to write them down.
-Corby
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