Backwater drains

 

Ever the same.

Nothing changes,

only the street furnishings.

In the darkness

the shadows still swirl

and the rumble

of last year’s rains

still surge,

filling the backwater drains.

 

Down the lanes, I've felt love rain,

over the highcross where I've stood

and looked out over the flood below.

At the cathedral and it's ethereal glow.

The haunted footsteps echo

around the guildhall

where the shadows say hello.

Gallowtree where the lost souls

walked their own private death row,

and I've seen holy bones, beside old ruins.

I've felt love in the eyes of the city

as she looks over us.

The ghosts will never force me out,

no matter how loud they shout.

As I Look backwards

at the concrete backwoods

of this backwater I call home.

 

I still hear the cries

from places

that long ago died.

Buildings remain,

remains withered away.

Yesterday's dens

now just boarded up ruins.

Ever the same,

only the clothing has changed,

and I still hear the sound of bygone rains

clogging up the backwater drains.

 

But I'd never wish

for anything else.

These streets

have felt my heart.

Soaked up my tears,

my blood,

and held the love

I had to give,

and they give

just a little back to me.

When you can hear the glug

of the backwater drains,

I hear the song of the city

singing for me above the screams.

and the sound of late-night trains.

 

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