Urban Symphony

Here goes with Day 8

Made of sticks and stones

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Like so much flotsam

Cut adrift by the city.

Wanders lost, soulless eyes

That no longer see.

A cacophony of voices

As unintelligible as the blaring

Of sirens and car horns,

Screaming constantly,

Endless soundtrack

To yet another sick dream.

Twisted reality, neon coated,

Drives its stake through night’s heart.

 

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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