Lost

Here is another poem I wrote yesterday as an English assignment. I basically had to look at a picture and list what the mood, what I saw, what could be eaten, etc. etc... The picture was a city street (probably New York some where) with lots of cars, lots of people, it was smoky, this is what I came up with.

Lost

To walk through a street, the people you'd see,

There's such abundance, they'd not even see thee.

It is as if you were in a dark hole yonder,

They'd keep on walking

They would not even ponder.

If this was not bad enough,

To get over the smell, and try to be tough.

It is as smelling fish all covered in flowers;

Smelling cakes, ponies, eggs, and steaks

While sniffing guys gyms socks who've not had a shower.

Sounds can be annoying, too

You'll hear sirens, cars, and people yelling at you.

You also hear the pounding of horns,

Pots and pans

Buses and warns.

Don't be fooled by what you see

The "extravagant" city is imaginary.

It is filled with imitation gloss.

It pulls people in to make them "better,"

When really, they are who need help and are lost.