Yay!! This was ‘untitled’ …then, my younger self crossed it out and titled it…good
I smell decadence in the street
Corruption like blood has been spilled
The air is so tense
Can you feel…?
What anguish! Mother Nature…she weeps
Faces are hollow, eyes shift
Footsteps are whispered
You see…
…shufflers that, shufflers that shuffle along
Sweeping pockets for a pin
I see decadence in the street
I hurt cos it still makes me weak
I cannot don a mask
Ignore the remarks on the faces of people I see
‘Tried and failed’
‘Never helped’
‘Lost it all’
‘Downright sold’
I feel decadence in the street
Will someone please listen to me
We cannot go on
With a play upon words
We create just to soothe our own needs
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Ah…my 1998 ‘self’ was pretty deep…all these thoughts…(thank God for pen and paper…and the craving to write…ha). So that is one collection of poems transcribed…yay me!! There is another collection of poems in an A4 case (jeez)…wonder what I’ll find there…
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