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High Rise Low Life
The tall city buildings tower above the smog like protruding from the ocean
The people underneath must contain themselves in oxygen masks
Those fortunate to levitate above see a glimpse of what life used to be
I risked going underneath putting on a mask to see the poem I wrote in my youth
“In the hour above her the shadow could be seen
She walked on the ground as gentle as could be
A timid creature with pleasant thoughts on her smile
But her other disposition shown hours unseen
In the shadow which surrounded her truth
No man wished to reside but only see her face
If it could be that a warm embrace
Could banish the shadow to the fire
Then let it be that I tried only to be sucked in.”
Brilliant concept
Put forth in such a way that it presents contrast between "what was" and "what is/will be" with such power, it's almost overwhelming.
Somehow, it's all encased in a beauty, how ever dimlit by the circumstances, through the "poem I wrote in my youth".
This, to me, is one of those poems that becomes a true place of sanctity.