City Centre

10 June 2015 | Poem of the Week

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City centre
We exist on the outskirts
A tower hangs near
In the city centre
A mass of buildings
A mecha
A place of stories
Their stories
For we are held on the outside
Touching the same sky
As does the tower in the distance
It haunts us
Haunts me
Memories there
Of another time
When we’d gotten inside
Not only of that place
But each other
And now we haunt different zones
Regulated to a quarantine
Self inflicted
We stand on the outside
Outer zones
Looking in at that centre
And it’s towers
A place no longer allowed to go


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