This poem depicts a desolate and depressing landscape of contemporary life that is enough to drive one mad. The poem begins with the speaker describing a wandering man walking through a dark street. It is midnight, and memories twist and blur.
So this one is another poem on the list of bad and boring poems I have read recently.
The write style here was not the greatest writing style Ive seen. Its bad and far from something I’ve tend to like or enjoy so that why the rating is so low for me.
The plot here is again about the fucked up and depressing parts of life which I’m really tired of seeing in poems because life is just bad, depressing and sad.
I give this poem 1 / 5