The City of Gears

26 Jun

Alive, but dying

Free, but shackled

United, but torn

Reality unreal

The black ash billowed upwards

The gears and pistons pounding

They wander the roads, mindless

Unaware of all around them

The heart, three large and strong

The lynchpin of our world

Should it fail, and cease to beat

We all fall, we all die

We fight to keep it turning

And so far, we have managed

We’ve lost ourselves, we’ve lost it all

We’ve even lost the heavens

But as it turns, nobody knows

We go about our lives

Unaware of what we’ve lost

Unaware of all the costs

We see the heart, we call it good

It turns to keep us breathing

Its’ patterns blind us, keeps us hidden

From the truth behind the façade

The gears turn, three large, three strong

Dictating our very lives


Posted by on June 26, 2011 in Poetry


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2 responses to “The City of Gears

  1. Debashrita Panda

    June 29, 2011 at 12:07 am

    The poem is actually fantastic!

    • Hidden in a Journal

      June 29, 2011 at 9:48 am

      Thanks, it’s supposed to be describing the setting of one of my story ideas. 🙂


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