The stretched arm of dawn

What a sight, the skyline at dusk 

As one by one lights flicker on to 

fight off growing despair 

Ears ringing and 

a prayer 

whispers of anger 

as faint sirens sing 

seemingly echoing my name 

Laughter thunders and I'm left to wander about

Wondering through crowds of traffic, voices warning of danger

Back home, fresh laundry lingers in the

backdrop of stale beer and fresh betrayal 

vomited vodka lays low in 

the smog of cigarettes near

Touched by isolating compassion in the stretched arm of dawn, 

A one iced over land of masses begins to yawn, 

inspired now by the beating hearts of natives hung 

Still learning to savor indulgence in the metallic taste of sweet yet sour air

Which you swear you don't care through your still burnt tongue

We'll say you've one, but, you're still stuck yearning for when you were young.