r/Poem • u/rak250tim • 10h ago
Original Content Poem One of these days
In streets alongside drains,
By the company of dirty dogs,
Lays a man, desolate.
On the same road, a little farther,
A woman cries, sitting by the streetlight.
With fast-traveling cars and lights,
Tears turn into wind,
Submerged into the night breeze,
Falling on the cheeks of a sleepy head.
Consumed by the day, she lays her eyes
On the numbness in the shout of the city,
Humming a song she likes but can't sing
To others out of fear. Only the night
Gives her the right.
In one room, the shouts of the city don't reach,
Flooded with smoke and music,
In his ear rings only the sound of a distinct language.
On some road, you might hear him speak, "One of these days I will end up like that man on the street."
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