Photo by Marvin Zettl on Unsplash
Tears veil my eyes
From the slowly
Rising smoke.
-
The street lights
Don’t clean me.
City lights just
Deceived me.
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My soul is crushed,
Believe me,
Been bereft since
Those mean streets.
-
A serpent’s kiss
Saw me disdain trained and
Shame filled.
-
Just look at
All of the
Blood spilled.
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Waking nightmares,
A new Hell,
A new place to drown
Almost the same as the prior.
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I swim a little lower,
But find myself going higher.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…
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