Dismal Skies (Poetry)

Battle The Odds

As a kid, gullible and amok I never did see,
oblivious to the consequences of reality.
Bonds and morals.
Don't ignore skeptic paintings,
I contemplate the future with innocent eyes.

Streets no longer gold paved with graffiti,
borough of thieves their wings incognito.
Past years I've grown to fill these spaces,
I walk with compassion
in the city of sham.

Indecisive lounge of unspoken muse,
glass poured as a token from the sagacity bartender.
Lights twinkle to draw attention,
I sit in rubik pixel attire
with a paper moon smile.

No limitations. Dreaming in a cesspool of nightmares,
mere humans battling the odds.
Arcane train will resonate,
beautifully broken in
this charted realm of Gods.