Poem -
Concrete jungles
Out of place with blown
Chunks of stone strewn about
A black face painted or not
And if only I'd known
I would've broken the lock that
Said the streets were the place
I'd rock like a boulder
They stood in my way
And I only grew colder
I shouldered something heavier
Than a holster for a 99mm
Weapon of decimation
Anywhere but the streets is
My only destination
You'll find me
Deep in my concentration
Anxious but clearly patient
Waiting actively
To break all these
Chains that shackle me
And I'm aiming to be king
To escape the concrete jungles
And this world
Where I don't belong....
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Hey Onlooker, Man, this is depressing.........I mean it's a great write and all.......but I feel sad after having read it.....I hope you are ok....who ever you are............it's a powerful write........imagery is excellent.....the blown chunks of stone, strewn about etc. (very strong)...........you're obviously talented.......I don't think I've read your stuff before........suffice it to say.......you've got my attention now.........powerful stuff.........well done my friend.................bless you..........tony xx
Thank you so much and yes :) you will find an amount of my poetry to be cynical and a bit depressing I'm working on it anyways thanks again for appreciating my work.
Onlooker