Preface: It's nasty out there. No not because of the rain. The Sky's been clear all day. There's a hooker on the corner. She's weaving and wobbling, must have shoved too much coke up her nose. Dave leers out of his car window at her. He's getting a freebie tonight, he thinks to himself...
The sights and sounds
where the nightlife abounds
a thousand people screaming
"just one more round!"
The drunks, the punks
the pushers and their drugs
the crooks and the thugs
all part of the nightlife
they all creep out after twilight.
All of this when the city sleeps
with the crime and the grime
it's enough to make you weep as
you wade through it all knee deep.
But like a promise morning
always comes, the sun shines
flowers bloom and children play
because in the city it's just
another day.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
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Comments (5)
you are simply the best
Nicely done!
Guess this is the norm now. Loved your poem!
That's a wonderful✨😍
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