Inward Spirals

The Veil

I look down at the cigarette smoke

Veiling the roses and making me choke

Hazing their lines, the vibrant red floats

As the raindrops drum their staccato notes

A specter rises from below

Formed of smoke and imaginations; it flows

Its smile, a lonely emotion laid bare

Condemned in all their plastic stares

They, who walk in ritual through the street

With frozen smiles and scripts to greet

And never further that condemning stare

Up to the skies, to other places where,

Greener worlds with green people may be

Who never partook of our history

But on that, their minds are not to tarry,

For unknown places make strangers wary

A child hides in the crowded street

Away from the stares with no people to meet

Among buildings trapping the scorching sun,

A lonely life with nowhere to run

Lifting desolate eyes, it's stare shines grey

Body am empty chalice as the soul flies away

And the city smoke veils the skies

Of the city with no other sunrise