| General Poetry
posted April 22, 2019 |
One of those places
I am blinded
By fluorescent lights.
Lost among
Shops that swallow you whole.
Pushed and ignored,
Adrift inside this huge
Invention
Of civilization.
In a corner
There's a bench
Surrounded by plastic ferns.
Last trace of humanity left.
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