Far From Everything… Poem by Soran M. H

An empty city,
an abandoned street,
a vacant house,
and a silent room...

Once, the streets throbbed with footsteps,
the pavements brimmed with passers-by,
and the city
did not sleep until morning.

Once, the houses were
warm hearths of love,
and the doors of their rooms
were never still.

But
when the sun of truth rose,
all those statues melted—
those that had clothed their beauty
in the garments of deceit...

Ah, Truth,
how beautiful you are,
and how utterly shunned!

Now,
there is a voice...
but no one is seen.

There is a crowd...
yet everyone
is lost within themselves.

There is a song...
but no one
listens to it.

Ah,
what desolation is this,
what barrenness
in this scorching desert?

The letters of poems sank into it,
like shifting sands,
with no one knowing
where the wolves lie hidden,
nor from which direction
the howling comes...