Psychic City

Poem By Bassel Almasalmeh

I watch TV looking for answers
the hideous nights go by
I am still there looking, searching for myself

the present vanishes and becomes a past
night after night I look at the city from a distance
and see the diamond light flickering
towards oblivion, flickering in the soul
dark tall buildings, hopeless streets,
leading the mind to a terra incognita
Lights blinding us and the streets emit the heat.
ENERGY the city is a furnace, heating our bodies
heat, death, streets, fragments of the distracted soul

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