A night of lights,
Fell on my head.
My feet raced fast,
Behind some wheel;
It looked blue,
Hands stretching; I’m
Too fast, too fast -
Just the beginning
Now the brink arrives.
See further than
Mountains and rivers,
They are concrete giants,
Embrace monotony now.
The wheel slips
Falls deep into
A gutter - too shallow
For my feet, clean.
Inhalation of smoke
Evanescence of days
Ephemeral rains blow
A cyclone, too tired,
But now is when,
I have to flee.
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flight or fight - life can be a cruel mistress, i think of a soul here looking for escape from the humdrum of city life. a good poem.
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