desolation
behind
sunglasses
city sidewalk
alive
and
singing
in blinking
neon
madness
outside
small conversation
is the topic
among
strangers
taxi's to nowhere
gaining speed
on the pavement
timid truth
gives way
to
the
darkness
no one looks up
the danger
is
below
down
inside
loneliness
smelling
like
stinking sewers
hangs
upon
the night
and
colors
the mood.
one day
is
like
any other to some
to
others
the end
can't
come
soon enough
(8-26-2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem