Alone in crowd

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Daily life, daily people, daily feelings...

Submitted: July 09, 2012

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Monday comes like hopeless flood 
Of busyness 
People run as their cold blood 
Is lifeless... 

...Having trip. The underground 
Is crowded 
By ugly hunters for a pound 
Surrounded 

They're going for a new wild day 
Of routine 
And their existence more looks like 
A guillotine 

Their offices are impregnated 
By unhappiness 
People run as their tool-trend 
Begets a stress... 

...Now walking street it smells like 
Daily arrogance 
Of those who has unfair kind 
Of confidence 

They're blinded by their pride that 
Kills their souls 
We have to see their eyes and 
Watch they pose... 

...So now i'm sitting on the pavement, 
Wondering: 
"Why can't they watch themselves from side 
To see the thing?" 

The melancholy comes to me 
Unwittingly 
Because this city won't be free 
Unluckily 

"But i can be" - I think with 
My brain pole 
To be alone in crowd that is 
My role...


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