Metropolis Poem by Lauren Miller

Metropolis



Bullets fly by above this deserted patch of grass in Metropolis
and for some reason, I walk alone
The scorching metal never grazing my skin
People running awkwardly, regretting their sins
The bullets pierce and singe
I cringe and shake, constantly dreaming seconds ahead
Dreaming of my impending dread
And in this city so dead,
The reaper walks by hanging is head
Refusing to look in my eyes

The bangs heard all over the world
Names of the dead becoming just words

I settle upon this patch of dead grass
On my knees, my head to the scratchy blades
I weep, not for the shedding of souls
But for believing I'm not worthy of death

When the world has fallen
Not a soul to be found
When they've all left the ground
I walk alone through the valley of death
My former home, Metropolis
Has seen it's last breath
I walk its streets, empty, alone
The only one left
The last one who should have been kept

With my heavy head held low
and my feet scraping the concrete
I wonder what I was meant to be
With my heavy head
I finally realize, that I was already dead
As a lone bullet pierces through my invincible skin

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