Concrete Blues

poetry

So the world is turning slowly,

But time seems to fly on by

Well tomorrow is another day,

Another chance to wake up with cup of ol' gray

Well here we stand in the street,

Waiting for empathy and sympathy,

Something to heal these wounds

Broken down, like old souls we are

They say we were wise, they say we are insane

But all we need is each other,

We can stand through all these storms

And tomorrow we will know for sure

As the lights go down in the city,

The smell of cigarettes and whiskey

The city slickers they are so busy,

Walking through this concrete jungle

Do you know trouble?

Do you know pain?

Can you relapse and understand that we all feel the same?

At different points, it's like an never-ending cycle

We walk with our heads down, sulking in this disaster

Have you been waiting for some sympathy? 

Someone to shed some light on what has become so empty?

These sneakers against the ground,

Our hearts are hopelessly bound,

They say we are wise, They say we are so foolish

But if you wait for tomorrow, we will surely see

That the sun will sink at our knees

Reviews

[Kris]

I love this piece, the flow, the wording. And I love the depth of it, about the world and what it has become. They can call us all 'society' but we're just individuals, all alone, thus, looking for answers in the wrong direction. Well penned, thanks for sharing this lovely piece.