The Center

Freezing in the afternoon breeze

The setting sun changes the colour

Of the city giving an illusion of ancient

History that didn’t exist

The calm, slick atmosphere of the

Administrative building

So frustrating in its denial

And lack of a soul

Promises a future

That is doomed and fears

For it’s own shadow

I am that shadow

Denial and Destruction

Coming home and finding

All the my clothes thrown

On the floor

She is making

Bad excuses

While

Destroying the life of all the

Near and dear

Denial as the her prime

Virtue

I have to take care

Of the spoils