#cittyscape

old harbor city / Tomonoura #18 by kazu saito

Poem – Beneath the Lights

Sirens fade into the cityscape. Cigarette smoke encircles the face. She stands at the corner lost. She stands at the corner waiting.

The city lights mask the darkness sleeping beneath bridges, the depth of hopelessness strolling midnight streets.

Beyond here false prophets speak hollow words and promises that never come to fruition, they never come down here.

What is left when hope has left? What…