Sometimes

 

Sometimes I want to go back

there's something about the air here

something not quite right

 

Sometimes I want to go back

to smell the smouldering incense

burning cigarettes held by children

 

Sometimes I want to go back

to taste chemicals spluttering out of a factory

a dark scarf hiding the bruised face of a blackened sun

 

Sometimes I want to go back

to see a truth gone out of fashion, the smile of

a stranger who secretly cries in his sleep

 

Sometimes I want to go back

to hear the cries of a beggar

shattered limbs, gaping wounds and a broken heart

 

Sometimes I want to go back

to feel the stare of a man guessing at my being

secrets and dreams laced under my shut lips

It's been a while since i last read a poem, so this was nice to get reaquainted. What was idea behind it, because i got global warming some how. :mellow:

It's been a while since i last read a poem, so this was nice to get reaquainted. What was idea behind it, because i got global warming some how. :mellow:

 

You probably got that idea from the 3rd stanza, but the poem is written about China :P (esp the pollution, smoking children and beggars)

I would never hire you for a Chinese tourism agency.

 

But yeah, I like it. The repetitiveness of the first line really works for the mood, and the lack of any sort of rhyming scheme or anything of the sort makes it seem more genuine.