City
Steam rises from underneath the sidewalks.
Stoplights change in a colorful cycle.
Sirens scream off in the distance.
It’s the only place where you can be surrounded by small talks,
yet still feel alone in the world.
It’s a complex coexistence,
that makes one feel spiteful.
The orange sunset turns skyscrapers into colossal bonfires.
Daytime hustle soon turns to nighttime peace.
Streetlights flicker as I walk past.
Everywhere I go feels like home,
when it's just the city and me.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world