The bell tolls,
and we
are suspended animation bodies
rebelling against time.
Our minds
wander far from reach
making up for time
our limbs have lost.
The old tower
sings for us,
"stay."
Yet we carry on:
churning engines,
forgetting to break.
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Cityscape
PoetryA collection of poems written in the city. Written for city folk who don't quite belong. And for everyone else who fall in between the cracks of 'here' and 'there.'
