The city
Projects hope
Projects success
Promises change
But as you get closer
Hope vanishes
Happiness flees
The city is a fraud
A fake promise
Made to dreamers
The golden image
tattooed in your mind
Slowly fades away
The closer you get
The more broken you become
Poetry
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I really enjoy the rhythm you have going here, and with the short lines, it makes the whole poem easy to read but also makes you want to give it a second look to really take it all in. In my head, I ended up seeing the actual structure of a skyscraper made out of the words, but also I can see the image of a fading outline of a cityscape in my imagination. A lot of people also do go to big cities with the idea that it’s going to be great and they will fit in perfectly, when most of the times that doesn’t happen, so I like that you put this out because a lot of people romanticize cities and its good to see something different.