The City - Poem by David Wicks
I walk alone in the City,
With absence of community.
The gray sky reflects
The eerie aspects
Of a recent moribundity.
This place, as I know, is uncharted;
A feeling of fear is now started.
I hath crossed a bridge;
Now I stand on a ridge
And wonder the people departed.
Why leave it in condemnation?
Unless it was doomed to Damnation.
My breathing alone
Makes it clearly known
That I'm amidst alienation.
One cannot simply imagine,
In a similar fashion,
The feeling that broods deep within me
As I look over the empty City.
As I walk along the street,
There's an echo caused by my feet
That rings loud and clear
For no one to hear,
For there is no one here to meet.
Now I walk about and explore
The signs of people here before:
These streets, they look used;
The sidewalks abused,
The doors on buildings even more.
And as I look around, I see
The shining buildings about me.
Upon closer inspection
Of my own reflection,
I witness my anxiety.
There are no exits that I can see;
I am trapped for eternity.
The Devil as my company,
I'm imprisoned within the City.
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