Conor Stephenson


Bleak Outlooks On Life In A City Of Fog - Poem by Conor Stephenson

I need a desperate change of scenery
Because this green and grey
Seems to disagree with me
It's never been so easy
To leave a place I once called home
These broken down houses
And cigarette filled alleys
Are part of the constant misery
That follow me wherever I go


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, May 18, 2012


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