[POETRY] - Urban Verses

I

There is no excess

In this endless ordeal

as the nights blend

into tired mornings

Let them sink in,

the slow transitions

of your multiple realities.

II

So, if you, while mortal sins

redeeming

Stumble again

upon a familiar vice

enticing

Give no thought

for the aftermath

There is no saving

from the depth to which

We keep drowning.

III

My heart,

a lovelorn rogue,

it wanders alone

Colliding and

trespassing

Carelessly and

outworn.

IV

What lies here as rubble

Was once a life's dream

Shattered and left behind

This rubble will clear soon

For another troubled youth

To build a dream on.

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