Comments about Michael Stephens
Night And The City Of Broken Dreams
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 ...