The planned city

Looked upon with such pity


The city of illusion

Beautiful persecution


The city of glass

Sky of brass


The city of green

Smeared with kerosene


The city of diversity

Filled with such perversity

The Forgotten Flight

The flight of love

Flew high above


A silent machine


The flight of hope

Bright as a kaleidoscope


But unusable


The flight of trust

Painted with rust


A mere delusion


The flight of hurt

Difficult to avert


Flew by beckoning


I can escape

With blame

There is no shame


After all these years

I realized

My life is a lie


My brain I sedate

And the final goodbye

A simple lullaby

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑