listless drops patter by
sludge and filth are all that is left
anger and frustration mark the day
as the seeping sand escapes its bind
the city trudges wakes and moves
sans the breath of life
automatons all pushing ahead
sans the act of human soul
a heaving mass trapped in the everlasting mire
of sludge and filth
clay strapped butterflies who never learnt to fly
and yet you walk because you dream
a dream you have yourself forgot
what was it?
what that great hope that gave you life?
it is lost with the breath lost to the city smoke
where is life
i can see none here
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