Divan

The end of a civilization comes,

A predictable yet horrible circumstance

Where we find ourselves alone again

Nowhere to run, smaller kingdoms fail

Into darkness we fall, nomads to ride

I find no longer a divan to lax

Stress builds, tears drop, friendships last

But nothing the same, ever again

Reviews

[Beano]

A very insightful and poignant poem. During these times, the fall of civilizations is a question never far from our minds, and it was really well expressed here. Well done!

[Roland Petrov]

Seems like this was written for our current pandemic situation, but I see that it was actually written four years ago. You saw it coming!

[Vicente Milchorena]

It was published here 5 years ago but I recall this being written somewhere in 2011, talking about tougher times when Tijuana had earned a very sinister image and now it's earning a reputation as a ghost town, how times have changed.

[Roland Petrov]

Initially, when the tourists left, I saw Tijuana as a new food Mecca. I ate flor de Jamaica pizza, for example. Now with the pandemic, probably most towns and cities are earning a ghost town reputation. I hope Tijuana bounces back in a good way.

[Roland Petrov]

Oh yes, and the fantastic torta you introduced me to!