A City Lost

Winding roads of apprehension

Piercing eyes keep watching me

Searching for an opening

Shrouded in hostility

My confidant, ever near

Through the pages of my life

Drew a long and poisoned spear

When came the day to twist the knife

Now I recline on snow capped peaks

There I survey the streets below

Where once was warmth

The green tree flourished

Yet in the quake, it ceased to grow

Upon the walls, a written story

Is etched by hands of those who grieve

A city lost, a place called home

The breath of hope, the word believe

Clouds of doubt have washed their sight

With thick and shadowy shades of gray

I wonder when the sun will come

To burn the clouds of haze away

So that eyes can see the villain

Lies within suspicious hearts

Who dare not come down from the mountain

To mend a city, torn apart

To plant a tree, or dig a well

To feed a child, or help a friend

The raging soul is one who cries

In search of home at their day’s end


©Kay SaladyA City Lost










About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 16, 2013, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Wonderful


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