My Broken City

Life is a warzone.
Bombs of hate, dismay, and false hope fall all around,
Maiming my broken heart,
To the point of nothing but rubble.
Crumbled pieces of a once prestigious part of me,
Now spread upon the ground,
In the dirt and the dust,
Never to be rebuilt.
My heart is but broken glass,
Shattered memories on the ground.
Everywhere i walk,
I am cut by the lost moments.
Fires are burning the feilds of my soul.
Floods in the streets of my city,
As i cry.
With the sounds of the rushing waters.
Hiding to escape,
Taking any bit of happiness no matter the price.
Never to have true peace,
Within my walls.

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