The heart of the city.
I once controlled the rhythm of the beat.
When the days turned dark,
Your spotlight shined bright in the sky.
I would drop everything
With no reason as to why.
I’d run to you, and if I had wings I’d fly
As fast as I could because for this city
I’d might even die.
Your conspicuous vigilante
Always there to save the day.
To wash away and decimate all dismay.
Rain poured, thunder growled in a vicious rage
And my cape was in the wind
Knowing there would be no wage paid.
Just peace of mind knowing my city was safe
From the thought and feeling
Of stress and no escape.
Now the sands of time have washed this city away,
Yet I still can’t convince myself that I shouldn’t stay.
What was once in order, now in total disarray.
With only me left with a balance to pay.
The price of wasted time and irrational effort.
Misplaced devotion, an unsuccessful endeavor.
Energy that could’ve been invested
In a less temporary treasure.
None of my actions were driven by pleasure,
But by the dream of this city lasting forever.
However, nothing lasts. To believe otherwise is silly.
Still, it hurts to know that there is no more love
In the heart of this city.
Q.A.
Quan Amiri 