Ennui Poem by DM W

Ennui



I walk along these paralysed streets;
Vainly searching for something precious.
Like a faint blast of exotic music
Or a preacher with a golden throat:
Something soulful in this plastic age:
Where everyone seems to act out a part.

Friday, April 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
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