The Empty Inside

City bright, losing the soul,

Humming a dirge down the old stones,

Matching empty sight with the empty inside,

A hero villainless in the sparkle of

                                    spent dreams.

When even words can't patch the hole,

Missing a beat in the music,

Falling straight down through the octaves,

Awake looking up at the sky and the stars,

                                    imagining.

Faces turn away, or wear plastic concern

Or even search through you like paper

Looking for the sane meaning that once

Bound you together like string.

Now just frayed in the wind.

Trailing after your steps, getting wet in the rain.

City bright, losing the soul,

Humming a dirge down the old, old stones.