it is night, again, <br /> insomnia infects my veins; <br />i wonder through this vacant city of broken dreams <br /> and heartless, desperate schemes. <br />i find my way to the night before, <br /> to live in the shadow of the one i love. <br /> <br />tonight, no one waits or wants for me: <br /> she is elsewhere, with someone new. <br />i finger the creases of my shirt and, <br /> write a million poems in my head <br />while I walk these empty streets full of broken dreams <br /> and naked dread. <br /> <br />i put the memories back together; <br /> this unpredictable city of twisted streets: <br />a map of our love - the bars where we used to meet <br /> all empty now and silent; <br />and these streets echo with the bladed screams <br /> of my memories as they burst forth.....<br /><br />Michael Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-and-the-city-of-broken-dreams/
