- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ghetto
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An entire life wasted on the street,
Got nothing but the clothes on my back,
The shoes on my feet.
Nowhere to run.
Day in, day out, I fight for my life
As I try to climb out of the gutter,
Body tensed, prepared to strike.
Nowhere to hide.
Light and shadow, good intentions and malice
Intertwined like long-lost lovers beneath
The skyscrapers, sipping from the chalice
Of despair.
Nowhere to go.
I must leave this place. The city squeezes
The air from my lungs, the chilly draft
Wrapping around my heart, freezing it.
Nowhere to stay.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoThis poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,500 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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Anonymousalmost 18 years agoThis is a good poem but I think the imagery of the city could be developed further (esp the simile in third stanza which is excellent)
Think about experimenting with the viewpoint, perhaps it could read better if you removed the narrator.
Good work and am looking forward to reading more
drksideofthemoonalmost 18 years agoI don't know much about poetry, but I liked this one. I could feel the city moving in on me as I read it. I liked the form of the poem, and how it read.
