A wish is lost In an instant. Outside The street that never sleeps Festers below sheets Of bitter rain. Your eyes burn in
Words you cannot read. Concrete shimmers in the Gleam of a million tears. The sky above is thick with years Of tar, like an enormous pavement.
Eyes shut, but still Blue light permeates the Shallow barrier of your hands, Corruptions of sin, and fear, And silence. You try to scream, but You do not know how.
A poem about corporate control. #2 in the Distant Dystopia anthology.