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Love is illusion as real as the sun. Warmth it baths you in, with hope lighting your way. Finally sun sets below the horizon, Breaking illusion into pieces of dismay. Love is a song as enchanting as drum. Loudly it echoes its passion forever and more. Melody tired in repeat, same themes numb. Drumsticks are left to tell stories with snore. Food spoil, and steels rust. Bubbles of love may just end with bust.
Through the window I look out quietly. Night dark, lights shine, cars run, people pass by. What another day so boringly normal. Like stars come as long as sky doesn’t cry. I drink icewine with a piece of cookie, While enjoying busy night of city. How late did they work to go home so late, Earning just so little sum of money. I close blinds to shut out window of life. Good night to the city’s empty faded sky.
Just nineteen years ago twin towers crashed, And now new tower stand on top of ash. Buildings are lighted, respects are paid, we swear To not let tragedy happen again. Yet ten times casualties in this city, Turn blind we take it as a victory. Will nineteen years later we remember If we exchange lives for economy?
Divided we are, not by deep ocean, But by mistrust between human nations. In poverty we build isolation, Protecting us from evil influences. At crossroad we depart and leave others, Refusing to hear we are going backward. Stronger as bunch, and weaker as one stick. When sea can form tornado, streams dry up.
In the center of city I stood alone, Watching traffic passed noisily quiet. Crossroads pointed toward various fates unknown. A deserted alley called behind me and I followed. Many people choose roads proved successful. But if others could do, then why I am here?
Along the walkway lay the empty benches. They bathed in sunshine facing the river. A month ago the benches were popular. Just now no one had time nor mood to spare. If you find yourself forgotten no fear. Attention is not worth to get despair. No one is always worth to remember. The up and down of life is only fair.
Stars was shining upon me like heaven, Grace of best human imagination. They had traveled from beginning of time, Sending messages aged years of billions. They had whispered secret of universe, That when there is beginning, there is end. Live the best of life, enjoy the current. Stars reached my eyes might die at the moment.
When death had finally come to my side, I smiled, said welcome, and held his cold hand. For never had I been afraid to die, Been waiting I had for him all my life. Like lovers promised to be together, How long he would have to wait no matter. Naive, youth, and the beauty had left me. Soon friends and family would leave me be. But death would stay with me till forever. More loyal than the most faithful lover.
My neck was yelling in protest of pain By working hard in front of computer. No more walking on street and no more train. No more phone and keycard to remember. The only human I saw was doorman, Who sat behind the glass under the mask. Some good day I saw delivery man, And handed him good tip for life risking task. In weekends I walked ten blocks to DUMBO, And looked at bustling life in great distance. Pretending non New Yorker I took photo, Instagrammed it to prove my existence. Confined at home was no more subnormal. The distanced life became the new normal.
The flowers withered, and the bamboos faded. The trees took bath in sunshine far far away. The window shielded the world into two domains, The safe side sick with dark suffocation, The sick side enjoyed happy painless death.