[a poem about how it felt commuting to work in London a few years back...]
Like a cataracted eye an oil film on the sea clouds blot out the sky steal the sun from me the city has no heart its people have no love each day rips me apart I have had enough
Night hits like a spear strikes through flesh and bone like the stab of fear a sense of being alone the moon and stars collide somewhere far away in astral suicide yet still comes the new day
Yet still I breathe the air as an automaton walking here and there striding blankly on my mind was just a slate for others to inscribe the bar code of my fate the peer mode of my tribe.
Society forces conformity; in order to operate en masse, systems must be automated. But I believe that one day the whole system will come crashing down on us. I just hope we can make provisions for that day in time.
Well composed and crafted write, that poignantly summarizes cold days in a city of loneliness, where one can feel easily lost and by-passed by life. Franz
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