City lights flicker as the promises long broken,
As his shadows danced to the beat of his restless soul,
Haunted whispers echoing through the empty streets,
As the lost souls searched for pieces amongst themselves,
A fleeting glimpse of escaping hope,
Time slipping through his fingers as grains of sand,
The city awakens with rising sun,
But his pain remains immortal dawn.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoesíaPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
