This City

I feel bad for not writing. So here's an old poem that I wrote almost a year ago.
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This City

I am the breath of this city
Gasoline lifeblood crawling asphalt veins
This raging, pumping heart's
Chaotic rhythm
Mine.

I am the eyes of this city
Burning spotlights tracing prison walls
These tinted lenses etched with
Fractured beauty
Gone.

I am the ears of this city
Unsettled crowds applauding abstract themes
These clashing, caustic hopes'
Forgotten promise
Lies.

I am the voice of this city
A humming drone feeding countless mouths
This jigsaw puzzle beehive's
Daily labor
Song.