The City of Lost Wages

Writing from my balcony.. 2am.. the city that never sleeps.

As I sit awake studying

the dense city of 

Vegas, I wonder

how a simple place 

at one time became

so incredibly alluring.

I watch as alcohol 

depletes the minds

of adolescence who

are merely seeking

enjoyment, that would

be otherwise stolen 

if elsewhere.

Because truly

this city is simply

a nesting ground 

for unlimited 

fun-seekers.

According to

society's standards,

that is.

Reviews

[ferousfinite]

I, myself, have witnessed the makings and workings of a house of iniquities. The disgust of others is almost unavoidable when your very own morals are tested to the core.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

2am is a presume time to write...the night is still...
very little left to do...yet in Las Vegas...
I'm sure the atmosphere is quite different...
Visual perspective of things in this write...

[m.s.early]

Step by step narration of the poets momentary perception. You let us into your reality for a bit. Your eyes make for great translators towards your pen