Old Town Poem by Christopher Stitz

Old Town



As the winds blow away,
The ashes of an empty day...
I stand alone in washed out embers,
Looking on forever...

At the broken skies,
High above...
And those who died,
For what they love...

I was lost and then you found me,
Finally learned how to live free...
Was once a damned, forgotten soul,
What a sad, cold way to go...

Found with a heart torn to shreds,
But somehow I wasn't truly dead...
You helped me up and let me go,
Into a world I didn't really know...

Fixed my heart with threads of love,
I turned around but you were gone...
You cut me loose and I fell apart,
Then I woke with a shocking start...

To find that it was just a dream,
That it was never really meant to be...
And that I'm alone in this old town,
Nothin' left but to try and get out...

Monday, July 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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