CITY

The asphalt let off a steamy mist

as the dying embers of the day was fading.

The fires burned in the distance

and the black smog blanketed the sky.

I turned my back on the jungle

made of steel and concrete,

And I Weep.

The mobs started to yell and begin

their move on the hapless town.

Their torches held high above the crowd

except for the occasional straggler.

Their destructive mood keeps them going

onwards, ransacking all they can,

And I Weep.

As the noise intensifies

I rush to my door and bolt it tight.

Push the bookshelf in front of

it and run upstairs.

I peek out the window,

through the curtain,

And I Weep.

The mob pauses, wondering,

right by my house.

They are not sure of where

the thing they want resides.

I tremble fearful of

the knowledge of what they will do,

And I Weep.

The night wears on, I dare not sleep,

cannot for the droning of the crowd.

Suddenly it fades, into a surreal

quiet, broken only by the pops

and squeaks of my fire,

that I had made to warm myself,

And I Weep.

Day breaks, the rays of light

blast away the remains of night.

Darkness vanquished by the morn,

and the mob is scattered for boredom.

I shakily emerge, and breath a sigh of relief

safe in the knowledge that I have survived

another night

of fear,

And I Weep

For Joy.