The night was lost
Drowning in this noise
Aiming to lose this fight
Lost in the dark of sight
Can’t make out what’s wrong with the right
I passed Sally from 21st and 7th Ave.
There was nothing funny in this world can’t muster up a laugh
Henry and Veronica moved pass me slow and tried to graze my eyes
So I kept walking and talking to the ground
Somebody’s daughter was lost never to be found
Buried in these streets
The hustle and bustle of New York night left me blank in thought
I can’t hear my thoughts
But they whispers to me bad words
And beat me in my dreams
And reminds me what’s wrong with this night
That I’m mangled with these streets can’t win this fight
And I can’t keep sharing my whiskey with Henry and Veronica only makes things risky for a drought
And I howl mamma’s favorite 70’s song to the wind and tell New York traffic my woes
I give pedestrians the blues just for show
I can’t wake myself
This life takes too long
And reminds me
I’ve been left by the wayside
well written 🙂
Thank you, it’s been a while since your last visit. I have to join these writing challenges more often to get you to come back to my space 🥰
❤ LaToya ❤ ~ I hope you do! It's really hard to keep up with everyone's blog, but I do try to at least visit the ones that participate in the same prompts that I do!
I see so much in the art you shared, I feel so much emotion in the words you shared … beautiful, everything.
Thank you, I appreciate your comment. People are out here in this world doing the best they can, we can, with the hand they’ve we’ve been dealt. It’s important to be kind to one another no matter a persons status ❤
Thank you for visiting, please come again ❤
That first line is so powerful and sets the tone for the rest. I got tingles up my spine hearing you read and then reading the words again. I hope to see you at dVerse again. Your voice is strong in its sorrow.
Thank you for visiting, when I read the Beat poetry challenge I was sure I could write something raw. This world gives one plenty to write about. I look forward to the next challenge 💛
You’re welcome, and you succeeded. See you then!
I loved to hear you reading it, it gave such a great other dimension. The cityscape really give a great scene for how lonely it may be even in the presence of million others.
Thank you for reading and listening! The acknowledgement means the world to me! 😊 I hope you visit this space again 💛
This really packs a punch.
Thank you so much 😊
Very welcome 🙂
Thank you, it tugs at your heart for sure ❤
Love this LaToya — luv’it! So very well written. Just sharin’ the link to this little piece with you. I wrote it years ago about the “Beats”. https://www.image-verse.com/remembering-allen
Wow, it’s a lot to unpack in your poem, so much sorrow and pain. Thank you for sharing the link with me. I’m sorry I missed this comment. I definitely try to respond and visit others sites. I will definitely have to read your poem again because like I said, it’s a lot to unpack.
“Each light burned so brightly, then each burned out,
all flames are gone.”