time
burns into the back of my eyelids

wasting moments
wasted with friends
of Brutus ilk

Dreams of places unfelt
tastes of languages unknown
whilst doorframes hold me within (+sheltered)
crumbling walls

The fading light
from a city lost
crying with no sight
of its spirit
confused in grocery store ally's
wandering in drug'd violence
ignored and reviled.

if you find the piece
let me know what i have lost

That these feared dreams cease

That i leave this place behind

That those timed burns cease

That I may learn to love.

nick bacon January 23 2012