Collection: Hoping for Something Bigger

A story about small dying towns. A story about young people who want to break out of it in search of a better life. I've been there. Whether I found what I was looking for, I don't know. .................. We sat upon the rooftop, staring, As twilight burned behind the mill. The trains rolled past, their echoes blaring— We only wished time could stand still.

We held our breath, afraid to shatter A fleeting moment, raw and bright. The shadows danced, the city scattered Its lonely glow in pink light.

The smoke was rising, tearing heaven, As echoes rang from distant shores. The asphalt kept, like something sacred, The words we meant but left untold.

Poems by PeterArt18 translated by ChatGPT4