Washed Out World

by Lemon   Jul 28, 2013


The spring fever died reluctantly
Drowned by the New York rain as the city spat out its dreams
Only to walk on them
And leave them behind.
The summer nights glistened with sweat
As many a fallen angel lay down with their lovers
Sweeping their fathers' dreams of them having bright futures under the rug
And pretending they are still who they were yesterday
Or maybe a lifetime ago.

Looking out of my apartment window
Seeing the city in all its 'glory'
I know the only thing a writer can trust is their faithful friend
Their pen
As they try to etch out a life for themselves
Hidden somewhere in the labyrinth of sorry streets
Watching the world go by.

*Challenge prompts:
Spring fever
Faithful friend
Summer nights
Fallen angel
New York rain*

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  • 10 years ago

    by Midnight Sky

    You had a great flow from beginning to end nicely done 5\5

  • 10 years ago

    by don

    Simply lovely, nice flow to this,

    don

  • 10 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    This world is a very sad place and it's very hard to trust anyone in life. I loved the strong message you wrote iin this poem here. Your wording is very strong and rings trye to anyone's life. I agree with Tara here. There is good in the world but it is very hard to see and sometimes it is better to be alone for there is no one but us. Very well written!

  • 10 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    The world is a place of many different stories, and we often misread and forget that others are hurting, missing, in dark places, searching for happiness, following dreams. But the world can be a better place if we take the time to actually observe more and learn.

    I love the power in this, even thought the wording is simple.

    xxx

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