Tears of a city

 Life was carefree, tough but yellow

This city that took care of me like its own

surrounded by favorite peeps, folks and fellow

That I can come back to and call my home

The sky burning in flames of ashes and red

Body sewn together in a million little stitches

for leaving this awful place is what I dread

Leaving my home for a foreign land

Leaves beneath my feet, crinkled and ochre 

To the times when this reality was a dream

The winds screeching dull like a croaker 

A house turned hollow, love fading like dusk

This city so rustic, vibrant and green

Here, a life that went for years on end

For there; my slate will be colorless and clean

nerve wracking and still like a lifeless kill

My heart so young yet worn out and teale

Some days harder than the others

Cuts that extend so deep that they never heal

Echoing cries through the depths of night

Currents flowing like tears, so iridescent and blue

Tears masked in shadows as my home slips away

New faces, unfamiliar laughter which may never be true 

Perhaps the river is weeping for me too

The walls seem so lonely and white

memories woven together that now were painted over 

It seemed to mourn, what a miserable sight

Their pain on display that they soon show cracks

Sudden change makes my hair go grey

Stars twinkling above, skyscrapers somber

Wind howling as the curtains dance and sway

Is the old just supposed to be sold?

This new city is very bored and brown

Comfort is what I long for, not something new

If missing was a contest, I'd be awarded a crown

Hard to adapt when change is what I despise

I gaze as the sky turns a sorrowful black

Guilt gnawing at my heart, and I wonder why

Realization crawls, truth I can't hack—

For hiding behind a mask is far easier.