Insomniac Metropolis

I tried to write a poem,

With rhyming and beauty in its verse,

But my words failed to capture The insomniac cities that I have seen.

Cities with blood-red eyes,

Indifferent gazes, and halogen lights,

That snuff out the moon’s light,

And leave cars parked on footpaths.

Here, where I sought love,

All I found was seduction.

Where I sought trust,

Someone always proved me wrong.

Instead of rhyming, there was only discord,

And abusive words instead of beauty.

And when I wanted to walk, A taxi stopped beside me.

Once a river flowed here,

Like Tigris or Nile,

Like the great cities of history,

But now I only see its fossils,

Its memory and the echoes of motherhood.

Once, the city needed the river,

But now it runs itself,

It knows it cannot stop and sleep,

For cities that slept once,

Slept forever in eternal slumber.