Cyndi K. Gacosta
The City - Poem by Cyndi K. Gacosta
The city is a living, breathing being
who surfs the high waves of luxury,
on topless sports car, roaring laughs,
speeding through streets and alleys,
indulging a minute of happiness.
The city has a seamless border
that's never crossed.
The city is a suffering, suffocating being
who's lost in the abyss of poverty,
bleeding from a gunfight wound,
and vomiting into sewers soon to be
found floating face down in misery.
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