Yet is the word that can be used
For any moment that one will choose.
Yet is the word that leaves some hope
To those lost in its endless rope.
Yet is the word that catches one’s breath
As it alludes to a moment of death.
Yet is the word that tears shed upon it
During one’s grievance of life’s hit.
Yet is symbolic in its own way
Every situation getting a play
In how to properly share a messag...
On all the streets, the cars will honk
And crash and screech
While watchers gawk
And pigeons squawk
Thoughts try to speak above the din
Come out as shrieks
When louder wins
“That’s kinda cringe”
Yet it’s quiet in my alleyway, at break of day, I’d like to stay.
The buildings block the poison clouds
That hide the sun
Unseen by crowds
Used to their shrouds
Earning their name, homes scrape the s...