London Night

35 – Poem

35
BH the Uncivilised | Copyright (c) 2014

Letting my mind wander as I travel through this district
As I sit on this bus in London passing a cinema theatre I am reminded of a city of violence
At night in London one cannot tell how dirty the river is
Speaking of which, why do I see beauty where no one else does?
My 35th year on earth is now completed I am entering into the twilight of my youth
They say the person you are at 40 is the person you will be for the rest of your life
I am inclined to believe this is true
I have observed that I have become more stubborn as I have gotten older
But I do not concede that stubbornness is always detrimental
However one must be careful that one does not become arrogant and non conducive
This would defeat the purpose of learning
Education can be its own burden
I’ve often felt unprepared by my academics
Surely life was supposed to be easier than this?
It may have taken me a long time but I now believe I can move past, past regrets
Holding on to anger and lament is like holding on to anger and lament, metaphors are for pretty things
Like beautiful women, be they poets or preachers, whores or harlots
London nights is home for all of them
And home to the perverts who prey upon the innocent
We blame the victims in this nation
5000 years from now, after the apocalypse
I wonder what future archaeologists’ would ascertain from the history books
How primitive are ways would look as we mock the ways of our ancestors
Civilisation is a false concept
I see no love here
Or maybe that’s just me
I see this city as a reflection of myself,
There is a beauty there
But, only a few will ever see it

Below photo, by Dilshad Corleone