Gloom Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Something burning in some,
dusk done, and clock ticking on doom;
Everyone running after fate,
and I've forgotten what date it's;
There's gloom in these days.

Walk through city lanes,
You will meet,
who are abandoned by fate:
These are men,
who come in pursuit of dreams,
wearing many faces.

Dark, wretched, and pain,
through these lanes;
Beware,
As long you give, you're in,
Take,
what you can take.

At night it comes alive,
with its bright, vibrant lights,
its hustle that never wants to end;
If you want to escape.

Does life wait for anyone?
someday these cities shall wither,
along with its folks,
and we'll be left alone, with stories:
Hollow we've become, Hollow we're.