Mar. 28, 2016

Worlds Apart

Worlds apart

City grit can be heard
beneath my feet
Another sound in the distance
gravel crunching
beneath the feet of another soul
My hands are dirty
With anothers blood
In the distance the hands
are dirty with the earths
heavy labor
Graffiti I pass speaks
Of my anger's desperation
In the distance natures graffiti
Speaks to another soul
giving it peace and rest
Music pulsing through ear buds
scream derision’s revenge
In the distance song of nature
Sings praises to it's Creator
Worlds away within the heart.

Christine Swiderski