Camouflaged by the sun, I lie in wait
The journey beyond towers far above
Which path will you take up the rock-face?
When you descend, will it remain unchanged?
I see your cautious calculations and wonder
Was I the same?
And when the last ray of blinding sun has left
Panting with sweat you will take a breath
Realising you have yet to begin your ascent
Carry on.
Only some choose to abandon all hope
And watch from the wild underbrush -
Built from the abandoned dreams of all who have tried -
Hoping the next one will fall, adding to our deficit army
We want you to succeed, we really do
But we want you to return defeated even more so
Troubled, we live in shame and pride
Lowered lids and heads held high
Surrounded by our neighbours in empty sanctity
We breed and fester to feed the soulless city
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The Soulless City
PoetryIn the depths of civilization, there exists a beast of shadow, a small smile upon its dark, empty face, that watches the slow tumble of boulder to rubble to ash.
