Friday, March 18, 2016


In the darkness
of the skyline
eyes stared at me.
Eyes in which
roamed silhouettes
of struggling lives.
Eyes hunted
and hungry.
Eyes stalking
and starving.
Eyes lethal
and longing.
The eyes of my city,
they light up every night.
Afraid to sleep. 


Psmith said...

that is brilliant. so brilliant.

Psmith said...

never fails to amaze. now, I'm going to scroll through the whole blog, searching for old favourites... re-commenting, just because. procrastination can be poignant.