Poem by Sidney Mansueto : “Sleeping in the City”

grayscale photo of city buildings
Sleeping in the City 
The horn's voice woke me
From a dark night's sleep
Of peace, and no voices
Now awake, I dread the next hour
Coffee could heal, yet the scars still hurt
Bleeding of pain, I cry
I lie in a safe haven
That feels like a garden
Of dead roses, and lost dreams
Of broken promises

Bio from 2020:
Sidney Mansueto writes everything from news articles, to dark humor and dark poetry. She is a book enthusiast who lives on the east coast with her family and their dog.  In her free time, she enjoys cooking and baking.   @SidneyMansueto8  on Twitter  
Facebook: Sidney Mansueto Writes
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