I miss my city.
The huge man made marvels that make up the landscape.
The insomnia that can never be cured.
The cracks, the crevices, the slums and the heights.
The underground stream where people unite.
For one goal, to individually get where they must go.
I miss the option of stairs or elevator. And the fact that the higher you get, your view becomes greater.
I miss the silence on one block, and the chaos on another. I miss my mother, sister, and brother. And how we use to interact with each other.
I miss the kiss of the winter, the chill of the fall, the caress of the spring, the flame of the summer.
I miss the concrete under my feet, and the brick along my eyes.
I miss observing how some people fall and some people rise, and wondering how they achieved those lives.
I miss watching those who dreamed of this place find its reality. And watch it swallow the weak and take away their mortality.
I miss waking up early, when the ground is still sound. And feeling as if I was the ruler of this town.
I miss my city.

Published by Rolando Rosario

I'm Rolando, I also go by the poet name SkyBlack some of my work is available for viewing in the Penman lounge. FreestyleVision has given me an opportunity to express myself more, outside of the poetry. This Biography is difficult to write, I’m content on writing about almost anything but when it comes to myself I sometimes draw blanks. I’ll start of by telling my origins. I’m from New York (the best city known to man) and I still reside there today. I love music, art and of course writing. I’m a big horror film fanatic and even though this is so, my favorite movie right now is Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street. Not a true horror film, more like a gory musical, but one of the best movies I’ve seen in a while. A true classic. I just saw this movie for the first time like two weeks ago and already watched it like eight times. But besides all that I’m just a average guy writing my thoughts and hoping the world enjoys what my mind concocts.

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  1. rolando, a rapacious, well conveyed urban atmosphere in all its totality. the heartbreaking moments and the transient joys. keep up the good work. fellow poet, william cowan

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