Burnt-out myths

 

Burnt-out myths in this old city

The stitched-up lips of the inhabitants

Blood flows into unscrupulous boulevards

Old men carrying signs, “The End Is Nigh”

 

Distressed faces and a paper thin illusion

Eyes of the masses all sewed up

Hollowed out reason of the hollowed out people

The elderly women with scarfs tied tight

 

The heart of the city ticks like a time-bomb

The sword of Damocles hanging by a thread

This whole place reeks of poison-filled pollution

Innocent wheels ride a sanguinary path

 

The ages rot with misguided messengers

Twilight rears her ugly head

Stars confess to no one in particular

Promulgate their secret to the living dead

Reviews

[Nobody.]

The images are fantastic. The darkness walks and speaks!
Great piece. Cheers!

[Review]

I like the word choice, simile, and personification you used. "twilight rears her ugly head"
nice. keep writing!
**Review**

[Sukriti Suki]

I read this twice as I wasn't doing justice with just 1 read. I like the imagery...very interesting write.

[Violet]

this. was. wonderful. i loved it. lovely!

[Ruth]

Wow! You infuse emotion with powerful imagery...I am astounded by this! lol
Beautifully developed, flawless!
xx

[ScaryTrees]

it does seem that the world cannot endure this current state
this paints a grim picture

well done

[An owl on the moon]

There is a vastness to your work, painted in midnight colors... It moves us over landscapes and night's music, cutting into the mind and heart.