Too Bright

Too Bright

A Poem by Cloud Composer

One day I’ll remove this urban hood,

But not while I’m at this place since birth

That’s too bright all the time

And too harsh on my face.

My skin is peeling away;

Now no one recognizes me.

The sun to the billboard signs:

It’s like the melted candle’s flame to the moon at night.

Oh, look at me

In the shadows of this city.

Hear me amongst the impatient monsters rushing through the streets.

You’ll find that I am still alive

Searching for survivors like me

Until my eyes are blind

From these lights all too bright.

Yes, the lights are all too bright.

They unnaturally call me from my sleep

The second I fall in lovely dreams

Because they won’t let me breathe,

Won’t let me stray away from reality.

I just want to take off this urban hood

While my mind is still somewhat good.

I just want to scream my name

To a place that won’t forget me any day,

But the city lights won’t let me,

Won’t let me cry

Or utter a single plead-ing,

So I lie

And pretend I’m also a civilian rushing,

But inside,

Underneath the urban hood that’s losing threads,

I am waiting for a chance.

I am ready to strike the night that imitates the light of life,

But fails to do so because it is much too bright.

The wind is calling me

To a peaceful land where I can feel

Alive and real.




End.

© 2016 Cloud Composer


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Cloud Composer
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Mississauga, Ontario, Canada



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A Poem by Cloud Composer