Faceless Night Of The City
24 May 2006Haze of cigarettes,
Drugs and drink,
Cloud humanity..
Four legged animals thrash away,
As flowering innocence is lost.
A dark veil descends over the mind,
As purses weigh more than life.
Faceless beings,
Faces of death,
Sunken cheeks and sockets deep,
Stare without reason and stare away.
And as the first rays of the sun,
Break forth,
They slither away,
To hide from day,
To break forth when its time again,
To succumb again - and again,
To hazes of cigarettes,
Drugs and drink.
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This was one of my first poems and I sent it to poetry.com. You can find it there by searching with my full name.
Sometime in my final year of college, I destroyed all my writings. A somewhat vast collection of prose, poetry, rhetoric and trivia that I consigned to the waste paper basket and to the recycle bin. Many of these had only been seen by a handful of friends.
I felt that everything had been said or perhaps, that I had nothing to say.
I still feel that way. Except that I also feel now that every life is a metaphor in itself and that, makes every utterance unique, every opinion valuable, every story important. It is not the perceived quality of your words that counts, if at all such a yardstick exists, but the honesty of your being when your write them.
I may never be able to find what I have destroyed. I don’t think that is important in any case. Fragments of what I may recover will appear on this blog as will newer words.
I need to keep occupied don’t I? :)
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