Metropolis showdown – K. B

Metropolis showdown

 

Hungry wives,
Chimerous
Lives
And aspiration,

 
The weight of sacrifice
Is like a raven
On the shoulder.

Metropolis
Showdown,
Only the
Sun bathes
This empty
Agora place,

 
Square
Hooded
By ephemeral
Passengers,

Deep joys
Of being
A tourist,

And the little
Pleasures
After much
Meanders
Lose their
Taste
Because
They aren’t
Easy.

Left all
My poetry
In the cupboard.

I have a furnished
Room in town
With a huge
Bed all to
Myself,

It’s metropolis
Showdown,

A love
That runs
In veins
Under the
Layers
Until
I strike
Gold,
Fountains,
Self accomplishment
And seeking
Knowledge
That matters
To oneself
And no other.

Programs,
Life full of armors,
Too much thinking
Not feeling
Enough ;

Smoke
In the room,
Traces
Of midnight
Despair
On the ground,

The same death
Walking
Around
The same
Impeached
Dynamics
Running
In flows,

In circles
That tower
In the sky.
This is
My testament

Coz’ each time
Is the last

Unless
A forgiving
Hand
Passes by
On the forehead

With rose water
To apease
The pain

Even when
The sun
Is high.

Same evenings,
Same drunkards,

Same rules
Killing life
Same ease
That escapes
Same faces
Dug by time
Into a mask,
A channel
Of hope
Undercover

O leave me,
It’s awakening
Again !

 

 
K.B

 

 

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