Into my heart a cruel wind blows <br />That chills my blood as I now mourn, <br />For all the scenes that once spread far <br />Across the verdant land, <br />Now lost unto this urban mire <br />My eyes care not to look upon, <br />These squalid streets of untold fear <br />Where smoking chimneys stand. <br /> <br />Into my heart that once held love <br />And yet that has been torn away, <br />The hills now masked by tower blocks <br />Which to the sky ascend, <br />That as a child I looked upon <br />To see the rising of the dawn, <br />As morning filled the darkness <br />Now the night does never end. <br /> <br />Into my heart that beats no more <br />For all my feelings now do flow, <br />Along the dirty gutters <br />To the drains that lie ahead, <br />With all the leaves now wrapped in tears <br />From token trees to break the lines, <br />And ease the greys of city sprawl <br />Yet soon they shall be dead. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright. Andrew Blakemore 2009<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-my-heart-a-cruel-wind-blows/
