This is the first poem I have wriiten in a long while (And the first I am really happy with) so please leave feed back
*Contains one use of strong language*
It flows right through me,
This Urbane Landscape,
This Concrete Jungle,
This Fucking Wasteland.
I feel in my brain;
Those damn microwaves,
Neurosis grips me,
Am I really here?
Look at the grateful,
See them commuting,
Those glass buildings;
Their false Renaissance.
It gets the better of me,
I feel so Cold;
Cold and Frightened,
Is this all there is?
I see her coming,
I see her loving,
She warms me up.
One day we’ll escape;
somewhere green.
