Sunset that betrayed me,
Hearing the city roar with life,
The artificial light
Illuminate the machines and poison
That pitch black mask,
It won't reflect anything,
It's inevitable,
It can't cry
Without a destination,
Wandering between streets,
Perhaps that how everything
was made to be
We live on,
It's painful,
It's difficult,
But those who survive,
Shine the brightest
Under this clouded sky
Great poem, really like it. Great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Mental Hospital.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A clear picture of New York City is drawn in this thought provoking and well crafted poem! I love it! Betrayal has hundred faces but PAIN is the unique word behind it! Powerful write and thank you for sharing! 10+++ Keep it up! If time permits, please read my poem titled: Betrayal! Take care, Romeo_NYC