A town of stone and pain and rubble
Ancient in its age old bubble
It houses souls lost to others
A place people turn from one another
Cyprus trees weep in the wind
Sobs so soft one would think they're imagined
Where flowers are found but do not grow
Where saints are formed but sins lurk below
Angels watch over day and night
While shadows wait for spirits to fright
The moon's light is a beam
On this town where people seem
To suffer unnecessarily so
But are to weak to ever go
Trapped they'll forever be
Unless they find the strength to flee
This town is really your own mind
And it's only you who can truest find
The courage to leave your own demons behind
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POEMS | Ephemeral Life ✓
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