City Extinct

 

The abstract isolation of life

Emptying itself

The infection of time

Washing over us

Where has the city gone?

The streets once had the color

Of life and love, of culture

Now a vulgar vernacular

Disjointed words like a schizophrenic

Garbled thoughts of an idealist

Paint the town a somber tenor

The night melts with hissing sounds

The sky becomes a lid

Walls of twisted metal and glass

Encompasses you within its grasp

This is the city of the living dead

Where has the city gone?

Bright lights and joyful song

I’m wishing for the real rain

To wash these streets clean

Does that, too, make me insane?

But, I wonder has the city really changed

Or is it the loss of innocence

That stained these streets?

Nostalgia is a disease

Things never change

Except our minds and bodies

Things stay the same

Except a different shade

Of grey

Reviews

[Nobody.]

Yes. I often ask if the life and color running out of the city,
or is the life and color running out of my eyes?

HArd to tell.
But, I'm pretty sure it's both.

Nice piece.

[Ruth]

So true love.....real rain...real people again! Not the zombie state society has become....the distorted version of reality we have come to know is not what people think and nostalgia haunts those who feel with intuition that this should be so much more!
Wonderful and thought provoking poem hon!
xx

[Jessie Dana]

amazing. deep. powerful. nicely done

[Complex Disaster]

Killer stuff, it's like you wrote it about the ghost town that I live in.

[SinnerInspired]

The detail the emotion to it is so deep& lovely

[Lily Mae]

My focus kept going to "To wash these streets clean".. to me that is a powerful statement...centering the poem between the vulgar vernacular and the different shades of grey.. I like it.. and excellent write..x

[Chris]

comment: shared feelings of angst... with a touch dramatic license...

review: it stumbles in my reading - not in your writing... that is - line endings naturally merge into next beginnings as I read aloud; but your apparent thoughts had changed and the words weren't meant to mesh.

Well said.