Stalked the streets of the fair city. Walked among strangers, talking of change. Gritty pavement beneath my feet.
Watched around me at my supposed kith and kin Saw them with sin and observed them as they curved around the streets.
At a shop window, A little boy stares at the chocolate In a state of elated joy But in a limbo, unsure how to profit.
A woman strolls pass a fruit stall. She sees oranges and clenches her fists Drenched in the awful memory Of a fruity misery
An activist tries to preaches But no one is listening to her speech An analyst who worries about everything Scared of being nothing
Sitting at the steps of the church A boy hides from the dull march of people Feels a surge inside but words caught at Adam’s apple So he lets the ink bleed onto a page instead
Outside a run down theatre the actor stood. His detractors made their presence felt making him uncertain in his ways, pushing his very essence into the dark of ether.
Coffee shop was full but the man stood out Coffee dripping from his mouth The blinding glint form his watch, a lofty story to tell no doubt.
Two souls turned a corner and became one neither were mourners of their old lives Two heads on one dead body Intricacy of the mind and soul a flase sense of intimacy
And the ghosts joined us on streets They did not boast of their deaths At most, they were simple engrossed with everything from pillar to post
Dragon was there too, wanting a battle talons rip through rag and bones. His fire arched upwards and then down and scorched stones
Chaos raised its heineous face and embraced the madness strong winds ravaged the city blasted every building down
Among the damge I saw them. Them and more. A robin flying by, Mel with her dark eyes, the river dried up and four moons impossibly raised.
And everything rained down and destroyed me.
I awoke but choose to keep my eyes closed. Wanting to drift in the darkness, a temporary bliss. But then the memory surfaced and I opened my eyes.
I stood on a bridge, the city to either side of me and the river running underneath. No fires, no ghosts.
All seemed restored, I sighed a sigh of releif. A smidge of hope flowed into me. From where I stood, I began to understand it all.
Out, out in the distance I scarcely saw a man standing on the river like it was land and not water My eyes squinted to make him out but all I could see was an outstreched hand.
He had been observing me and now he was calling me. and I would leave this pretty, gritty city and all its comittees for him.
I would.
But I still had unresolved business. Story to be told and demons to be slayed Then I would be a free man. But untill then I won't be a runaway. Cause I'll stay as long as it takes.
And with that I adjourned this session and did returned. Taking my chances with the city.
a rather loneger poem than i normaly do, but i have this one one my mind for some time now. Title is a reference to the quote “What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.” ― Charles Baudelaire Hope you enjoy and feel free to comment!