Away from the hustle of this infuriating city
Beyond the honking horns and screaming sirens
Cats in heat crying in high decibels outside my window
Dancing on the ledge, taunting their nine lives
Enticing me to dare to reach out to save one
Frustrated with the assault on my senses
Got to get away, got to escape, got find peace, got to
Hide awhile and find what is left of me
Inside, I know I am still there, waiting
Just waiting for a sign of the life that was
Kindness has all but left me buried in this place
Love is felt no more, not for humanity, not for me
My love of self-buried under years of bad decisions
Nothing left of the girl who used to be me
Open to adventure, to love, to kindness
Perhaps I can find her in another place
Quiet and pristine fields where hope can thrive
Rural farms with kind country folk
Smiling just because they woke up today
Today is a gift, not a day to be cursed
Ungrateful and uncaring is what I have become
Vivid memories of what I had left behind
What I escaped from to find my fortune
X marks the spot where I will return to me
Yes, fortune doesn’t matter if you lose you
Zest for life is what I crave and will find again
About the Creator
Lizz Chambers
Hunny is a storyteller, activist, and HR strategist whose writing explores ageism, legacy, resilience, and the truths hidden beneath everyday routines. Her work blends humor, vulnerability, and insight,
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Comments (3)
I must read through all your work. For the record, though, country folks are even more mean-spirited than city folk. They hide it better.
I had to read it twice. I loved it.
I really enjoyed this set of poems!