Walking along these city streets
Seeing people busy
Pacing
Each with their own itinerary
Cracked city sidewalk
Aged city structure
Smoggy city air
Going here, getting there
Never seems to be a minute to spare
As cars stream along
Arteries of streets, the blood flow of the city
The machine is breaking down
Gradually
The cracks and leaks slowly showing
Urban decay
Coupled upon
Moral collapse
The path, which I tread
Is laden with traps
Waiting to destroy me
The city is dirty
A crowded cacophony
A droning noise
Always there and never gone away
The city is our cage
We the animals
Are under its oppression.
x Angst x
Poems need a strong ending. The last three lines make this poem. Without those lines it is nothing but a recitation of city agony. I wasn't sure where the writer was going. I was relieved to read those lines. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well Structured, keept it up.