Neon Haze

those
 city
 lights flashing,
  neon trances,
 coloring the night
 people bowing down in vain,
 to the drugs that won't keep them sane
 they become zombies on the stroll,
 in the neon haze, searching for their soul

 4-11-2022
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George Avatar
May 27, 2022 at 3:16 AM
Drugs won't keep any one sane ! In the lustrous neon light, when music , dance and liquor intoxicate people, they become zombies ! Well written, dear friend...
Sands Avatar
April 23, 2022 at 3:50 PM
Wow. Great Etheree and so true. ! Happy Saturday :)
Dietrich Avatar
April 22, 2022 at 3:41 PM
I can just imagine this and the people being like zombies in that twilight zone surreal neon world. Sad shape our world is in. Well done.
Ball Avatar
April 21, 2022 at 6:12 PM
The bright lights can indeed entrance the foolish to follow the loud music, alcohol and narcotics along with falling in debt to the gamblers etc. At first it seems so sophisticated and cool. Then you find out you have dug your own grave. Sad and a parent's worst nightmare. Good write my friend. God Bless, JB
Kendrick Avatar
April 20, 2022 at 1:57 PM
So they say in movies and on the news, etc. Sad situation that some find themselves in. I enjoyed reading your work. Sara
Nicole Avatar
April 12, 2022 at 7:46 PM
"they become zombies, searching for their soul." Life is just a blank page for them. So sad. Your thoughts tug at my heart so deeply. ~ Brandy
M  Avatar
April 12, 2022 at 6:20 AM
Hi Joseph…a mighty poem so well written. I really like this…..Debx
Pandit Avatar
April 12, 2022 at 5:12 AM
A potent description of vacant life wandering --aimlessly. Sad and true, Joseph.
Boles Avatar
April 12, 2022 at 12:52 AM
An invisible foe that subjugates the mind and spirit. Well writ J.M!...ab
Buhagiar Avatar
April 11, 2022 at 10:59 PM
A powerful poem. The last line is a real punch.
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