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Anthony Esposito Feb 2019
I had dreams when I was a boy
I thought I’d grow to own the world.
I wished I’d known
What I know now.
I would not be where I am now.

I could have grown up to be something big.
Instead I’m asking questions to the wind.
And it goes on.
Like the birds will always sing.
I’ll go on
Like I knew I’d always be on my own.

Helllo are you listening?
Hello is anyone even there?
Are you out there or am I talking to myself?
Can someone please tell me?

Am I alone?
Or is someone by my side?
Can I just known please?
The comfort would set me fine.
Anthony Esposito Feb 2019
It’s 5am and i can’t sleep
Gotta get this off my chest
I dream of you
And I don’t want to
Gotta tell somebody cause its killing me
The way you to did when you were around

no amount of cigarettes can make this go away
Lost a piece of me when you left and went away
Now your standing there it’s not clear
What I should feel
im not even sure that this is real

So I fake a laugh
And take a step back
And take a sip of my beer
and put on an act that deserves a round of applause
Anthony Esposito Feb 2019
The old man got mad again today
Said things he will forget tomorrow
The old man hit mom again today
Will apologize tomorrow
I saw the old man cry once
It will stay with me forever
I never made the old  man proud
I never made him smile
I buried the old man today
I said I forgive you
Anthony Esposito Feb 2019
I haven’t seen my daddy in seven years.
But I’m told that he’s not far.
He’s up above,
Living in the stars.

At times I feel him with me.
In a gust of wind.
Other times I feel alone.
Like the only person on earth.

Well deaths a fickle *****.
An unbearable itch.
Lives in your spine
Biding it’s time.
Devouring you from within.

And when the man in Black comes calling.
You never even know he’s there.
Just ask my daddy.
If you see him up there.

I never said goodbye.
I live with that regret.
An anchor in my heart
Keeps this ship from wreck.

And in the ashes that I spread
on your mothers grave.
A weight was lifted slightly.
I said a prayer and shed a tear.
I’ll see you soon I’m sure.
Anthony Esposito Feb 2019
I was smoking a cigarette, in the early morning hours.
Devoured by the fog that came to claim its home.
The neighbors started shouting as they usually do.
The city starts to wake and speak.
I wonder what it says to you?

The wife began to clamor out the front door.
Dragging behind her, her husbands clothes.
He followed behind her not fazed and unamused.
Like this had happened before.

A single taxi  stutters by.
No service sign is lit.
The drivers face, like a ghost.
I wonder where he’s been?

The whole world is working.
It never stopped, since I’ve been standing here.
The streets lights begin to flicker off.
The sun begins to rise.
My cigarette has long been out.
And my lungs again fed up.

I wonder where your waking up?
I wonder do you think of me?
A city so big you could hide forever.
A city so big we could rule it together.
Set fire ourselves.
Burn it down if that’s what we pleased.
Or we can build it up.
Have towers in the sky.
And watch it till we grow old together.
I wonder if this could be?
Anthony Esposito Jan 2019
As the sky begins to open up above.
Below there lies a girl who’s given up.
She sits on the concrete crying once again.
Her reflection in her tears mirrors back at her.
She asks herself quietly,
What for?

Lessons learned from a past of broken promises.
Beat against her head scratching to be released.
She cries out “daddy why does this keep happening to me?”
Why me?
What for?

Lightning crashes and thunder roars.
She walks the concrete steaming floor.
Her tears blend with the rain dripping down her face.
She asks herself,
What for?
What for?
Anthony Esposito Dec 2018
Throw me a lifeline.
Show me some mercy.
The Sun is to bright,
and the wind is to loud.
Oh what a whoa is me.

Alone in a world,
So big and so bold.
Where do I belong?
A puzzle piece without a space.
What could all this mean?

Show me a life worth living,
grant me a wish for love.
Tend to my needs like a mother.
While I cry like a child.

What is a life without living?
What could all this mean?
Where do the roads less traveled end?
And is there a place for me?
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