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