GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 133

WELCOME TO DEAD MALLS It hovers over empty spaces and endless corridors, Like metaphors seeking gaps in poetry, or eternity in lores, Not fitting in, trying hard to give visual highs, Gasping for breath, in clean cubicles, across counters, in sighs, Where life has no chance to sustain or thrive, It wanders solitary, talking in monologues in abandoned drives, Screaming in superlatives that neon signs flash, 133