As The City Sleeps.

As The City Sleeps.

Beneath the crackling lights of the neon city,
as the moon stays hidden behind iron woods.
Hidden from the eyes of the passing strangers,
in the depths of a lane way, in the shadows your alone.

But hope sleeps in a warm bed,
  hope soaks in an endless dream,
      hope won't fill your empty soul,
          hope is the ignorance of the blind.

                                                                            spb.

For bite size poetry competition. Prompt: Hope. Is there hope for the homeless of a city?