Confessions at Dusk

5

I am complacent
With disillusionment
My century will be remembered

As the crossroads of
When arrogance and greed
Found consequences

In the natural world
And in the beaded centuries
Where we disputed

For economic gain
And set pandemics
To profit from the turmoil

I will not grieve for
The bell of loneliness
Of this anonymous world

The city of sacrifice
Little elations that I
Became conditioned

To look forwards to
As if this was the purpose
Of Sunday morning,

To listen to the silent
Shadows of this
Lost world’s dreams.

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4 thoughts on “Confessions at Dusk

  1. I am sitting here after reading your poem, and I am feeling something deeply but I am unable to find the right word. Suffice it to say that you almost always make me feel, deeply! Thank you!

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