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Street Lights


Night skys with absent stars The air is thick with the smell of the city The stars are too far to see Yet so close you can touch them Downtown , the city is bustling People from around the world Sitting back just ingesting This wonderful city Full of drugs and cops Murders and worshippers Of many religions and ideologies And then there is him A young boy who has only known the city Who moved away from it To hopefully find a new path He needs no pity He just feels empty Because the city was his heart The roads his veins The buildings his eyes The sewers his anger The water around it his body And the people inside it his cells The city was him And he was the city The streetlights were his guide And God was the electrician But he had to leave For the city held him down It took away the air from his balloon His dreams falling low His ambitions undermined Legs cut from under him Air stolen from his lungs His blackened lungs Because of the pollution From the rumors and destitution Because of the failed instotuions And cops who have no resolutions Street lights That he wishes he could bring with him But they are long gone All his friends are different And no one remebers his pictures He tries to go back But he to realizes he isnt the same The city has changed Or maybe its because he was away That he finally realized The city was and always will be Corrupted Destructive And thats the truth The dark dark truth And maybe one day he too Will accept the change And the pain will fade....
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KevSpeaksTruth

Im a 21 year old artist. I write poetry and dabble in music. This is my collection of thoughts. I hope you enjoy seeing the world from my point of view. EDIT: I am now a 25 yr old artist running my own studio. I’m still making music but I don’t do poetry as much anymore but I hope these can still resonate with someone out there. It got better for me just like it will for you.

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