Far away from the city’s blazing lights
Away from the race, away from the fights
Lies a room full of smokes
Full of despair and withering hopes
A group of young souls sitting together
All equal, no one a bellwether
They smoke.
They smoke up and smoke down, drink and make merry
For the spirits are all rugged and weary
Treating themselves to the elixir of Satan
As if nothing is left, everything has been taken
The fraternity is strongest of all
An implicit resolution, never to fall
All they need is just an ear to lend
To pour their heart out and a heart to mend
They confess, cry and bleed
Sad, scary and very sad indeed.
The world has been cruel
Mean and vindictive.
And alcohol is very
Very, very addictive.
It traces down the pains to its roots.
Deep down in catacombs full of soot
People curse, blame and shout,
But no one will ever find out.
The sad tales of dilemmas and disillusions.
Long stories of confusion, insanity and conclusions.
Tries, they do, efforts, they make.
the rooms drag them back,telling them the world beyond is absolutely fake.
It sings them a lullaby, makes them sleep.
Pities and gives them dreams to keep.
They doze off, safe and soundly.
But the city,
The city still carries on.
This is a very well written poem indeed. I loved how simply and unequivocally you've described the youth's addiction to addiction :)
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