Lone among crowds you go, garish ads spray your sight,
Deafened by noisy cars, by all change irritated.
Ravaged by alien-ness that breaks-in with all might
Like rust invading steel. With your soul lacerated
As though leaving a tomb, wherein your past now wanes,
Albeit in the present not yet alive, perchance,
Fain you would love now, but all is from you estranged,
Sure but of being a wraith of outlived circumstance.
Ironic laughter with your bitterness now reposes,
Your soul runs streaks akin to blood of dark red roses,
Feeling an acrid smoke like candles stifled, douted.
Then all at once life’s mainstream rhythms now pull you in,
A storm of sparks ignites, lights up from your gloom within,
Grabbed by a force of victory henceforth undoubted.
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