I walk behind these city
Walls
Down the alleyways where no one
Calls
Feel myself floating down the street again
I can’t find the words to
Say
What happened
Yesterday
I can’t breathe while
It all comes down on me
I'm sure there’s not a second to
Waste
I know we’ve been lost
For a while
Have to take a moment
Slow down the
Pace
Look back and
See
The wilderness I left behind
Me
It’s the same old
Story
Told a thousand times
Fighting for the
Glory
In a battle with my mind
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Good write Maddie.
Doh! There would be a battle in my mind too, but I only got 3 brain cells, and they're on holiday at present. When will they be back? Who knows?! lol.
Oh Orchidee your presence on this platform always brings me a smile. Thank you for reading and cmmenting. I'm sure there are more than three and they will be back in ten fold! LOL
Thanks Maddie. Only 10 fold? I would have 30 then. I thought we had millions? lol. Oh it's nutty!
Slow and rhythmic the fall of these words down the page give the pace and the me-time we all need dear Maddie - thanks for sharing them.
Thank you Fay! I'm glad you stopped to read.
refreshing in its ingenuity of delivery and well measured pace of rhythmic unfolding
Thanks! It’s actually a song I wrote and I wanted it to have sort of a specific look to it. So I separated the words this way. It came out looking and sounding alright! Much appreciate commentary L.B.
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