The City

The City short poem

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Late night in a loveless city
12 am and the lights shine in the sky
like beacon for all to see
they shine bright
Drawing in the easily swayed
Like a flame to a fly
For those that run from problems
And continue to drive.
I look out my window and see,
Faceless silhouettes with unknown stories,
Broken dreams, and lost souls
Guided by unchecked worries.
Graffitied ally ways
Commemorate dead homies
Tattoos on the streets,
Blood splatter like snow flurries.
Buildings loom high
Like expectations
Hurt people look for
Lost reparations.
Bars open to offer
Cheap consultation
Others stuck in
Silent contemplation
The city of lost hope,
Comfortably broken
Not looking to be fixed
They collect a token
From every soul
That comes through hoping
To find something better than their last

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