Lost angel

In valleys of concrete I have lost you
and in this godless city
where one hears the noise of sirens, brakes
and car engines, you walk
into someone else’s arms

and lights flash luring right through the night
while people cavort as if there is no tomorrow,
untill the morning sun rises in the east,

prostitutes wipe the sleep out of their eyes
and motorists curse and throw dirty signs at each other.

In valleys of concrete I have lost you
and now you have just become a memory,
another fallen angel
in this hell of a place.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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