She Bleeds For Brooklyn

    She Bleeds For Brooklyn

She lives with low rent day dreams

on no name backstreets. 

Dirty sidewalks made from quicksand concrete, 

There's no yellow brick road.             

In this city like a desert without an oasis.

Hope a disease that breeds in places,

Where God wouldn't go.

In the air there's a stench the smell of desperation.

And lives are stamped with a date of expiration.

The Devil's grip on their souls.

Night crashes down with the sound of a train wreck.

She's on the prowl for love and everyone's suspect,

But they just leave her cold.

A chorus full of sirens singing  life’s disasters

There’s no fairy tale ending living happily ever after

Reads like a Sexton poem

She cries with a sound that no one can hear

Her eyes lost their voice

Now she can't speak with tears

She wonders about life on the other side of the mirror.

Kneels down for one more unanswered prayer.

But there's no one listening out there!

And she bleeds, she bleeds for Brooklyn

She's hemorrhaging lies and alibis.

She bleeds, she bleeds for Brooklyn.

Break free Persephone

Brooklyn left the front porch light on.

.    ©2017