Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I’m walking the boulevard of broken dreams
Where promises are only taken away tokens
These windswept streets are my home now
Along with dark corners, I call my only friends,
And neon lights just enemies.
This boulevard of broken dreams
Is a token of my life now...
As yellow cabs flash on by me
With their quarries unaware of –
Trouble or Strife.
This accidental mannequin’s face of mine
Is shrouded in a balance of life or death!
Weighing heavy will decide my fate, while
Walking the boulevard of broken dreams.
Written by B R Walker
Copywriter UK 28th
January 2021
Brian Walker the Writing Gallery at Brian Walker Poet and Writer
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