Tristan Robert Lange

Manhattan Day

Where do we go from here,

Does anybody know the way?

Wandering lost and broken,

Just another Manhattan day.


Can we fight against feeling

Like we’ve been here before?

Is there anymore road left on

The highway of closed doors.


Where has hope been hiding?

Why is it shrouded in a tomb?

Is it wrong to wish our absence

From exiting the watery womb?


Why are we stuck in purgatory,

A limbo with no end in sight?

There seems to be no escape

From this hellish, eternal night.

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