Mis-sold lies

Was I mis-sold lies?

a time share of stuttered cries

dreams told

of paved streets lined in gold

a fool’s paradise

but all I find are potholes

and dirt sidings

could someone send a sign please

is this the place

where the pain in my heart starts to ease

Tried to escape on the wisp of a cloud

took to the city, to blend into the crowd

only to have my high feeling crushed

hope turned to dust

under massing feet, of people that rushed

I was lost, in a place of fortune

just a beggar with no tune

Tried to find peace in this nightmare retreat

but the city never sleeps

filled with thieves and creeps

I took to the streets

walked on tired bruised feet

I needed to feel the rush

of the city’s heartbeat

I felt the agony of being lonely

the pain inside cutting me

the flutter of butterflies deep inside

flying with wings like knives

but slowly the place enveloped

I saw new sites, lights, highs developed

like a photograph of beauty

every time you look your eyes find more to see

On those streets, I learned to stand tall

after so long down in a hole

I walked free

let my weary legs guide me

so now when my mood is low

when my brain is slow, or my words wont flow

I take an escape into dreams of flight

over a landscape built to explore at night

recharge my head

let love fill my heart for a change

instead of standing in the pouring rain

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.