"Dead Love Dead Hearts Dead City: Goodbye!" a poem

Deep Days in the Dead City

Deep days in the dead city, in its jungle like streets, Our days are numbered, Ive heard that somewhere along lifes line; in songs, perhaps in the Bible, here, there, but Im still here. Everyone wants to play in this game called life, I just want to get away, out of the city, its parks and dogs, its streets, and family members that are more strangers to me than strangers Ive just met; I think a city over 50,000-you lose something (if not your heart, your head). The Devils around more of the time I believe, in such bigger cities; I know Hes here in my hometown, St. Paul, Minnesota; Hes at the movies a lot also, Id say. Im not missed here much, and I live here, no reason to stay, love is in some other place. But He likes it like this, more games to play.

I had to cross many rivers, many streets, or so I feel to get to so many people that are too busy to give a damn, or a once of time, whom are more stuck in their own cocoons than I. Wha t is my solution? Go to the mountainsleave them all behind, leave them before you lose your mind, there is no love no affection, pretense is like a vine, it wraps around their busy, busy, busy minds. Here my eyes never go dry; Im like a ship sinking, everyone grabbing the rafts from melet him sink, they sing, we got money to make, do other thing.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, hope never to see you again, everyone. Dont need me anymore anyway, time, struggles, the big city, the jungle streets: you never gave an once of peace, or sleep, and everyone thinks he or she is the great somebody, the man, the king of the house, the whore who never scored, the bitch who got rich, and lost her soul for a dead fish. Raise the kids to spit farther, too late to teach them right from wrong, respect or regret, the city will tell you how to act and raise them, or perhaps it did: its your children, the citys got your best interests: and the kids turn out to be worthless. The walking dead , better you talk to stranger, less dread, or go to the mountains instead.

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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