A dark cloud of modern poetry

A gray city

A city covered with dark clouds

No fresh air

People walking at a brisk pace

All of them are cold-blooded and heartless

Shouting at the top of their lungs

Nobody cares

It seems a little breathless

Because there is a monster above

There are a bunch in my head

. Soon!

I feel like I'm about to explode.

I don't have time to think.

Raindrops are dripping down

from my head

to my feet

From here, there is no green space

to see, no fiery sun

to see, no enthusiastic crowd

It seems that everything is aggressive

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