Cold Is The City

A poem from a few years ago with an edit or two

Cold is the city
Unnamed, disappeared am I in its midst
In the face of everpresent isolation
Only found a sunset where you do not exist

Light and noise surround me
Stabbed — sickly fire rushes through my veins
One thousand feet pound the concrete
Malevolence can’t see me just the same

Darkness descends on me at every corner
Cold penetrates my skin right through to bone
No choice, I must embrace the devil
No choice, for his, is all I own

Distant now the place and time
Held in your still and warm embrace
A time when you and I were unified
Little memory now, only vacant stares, a trace

Cold is the city, I lurk below your line of sight
I wonder if you are just like me
Despair, my constant companion
Underneath the busy layer I silently decree

Cold city, you are all that’s left to me
As blue lights flash the early mourning call
Life leaves the eyes of perhaps a friend, another exit
Another one from disgrace alone does fall

Sadness, yet a somewhat morbid beauty in his passing
Little option now but to see out the road I chose
Jouissance in every hour of my existence
Jouissance, in fact, is all I’ve left to lose

Am I a blessed generate of the city?
Am I a blessed member of this cold-hearted place?
A blessed cornerstone of the inner city?
A blessed member of an inhuman race?

Darkened hearts take up your corners of the city
Celebrate the life and death of those lost, forlorn
For nothing grants you elevation from the city
Accept this now, I must, for the sake of Gods unborn

© Larry G. Maguire 2019