City Of Broken Souls Poem by Lee Geoghegan

The city is littered with broken souls
To reside among nature, the purest of goals
Some dream of vast fields of green
Deep in their minds, a vivid scene

Chained to the nightmare of city life
Fractured daily by overwhelming strife
Yearning to escape and breathe country air
Just a single breath can ease your despair

Held captive in the city for most of my years
Drowning internally in a tsunami of tears
I worked myself right to the bone
To have a little cottage to call my own

I retired there at the age of sixty six
To dwell in my garden and feed my chicks
City life was a battle that cut me deep to my core
Today I stand the smiling victor, ‘tis I who won the war