This City

As I wandered through the alleys

Of this great unruly town

Tales of glory and scenes of ruin

Painted a story; a warm tragedy

Of becoming and of unraveling

Of the known and the lost

I am this city

Not for any other reason

Than the breaking I have done here

The mourning it has bestowed

I am this city

For I have ventured as far as legs

Or hearts can foray in search of self

Finding no new truths

Only scars of home