Ugly CityA Poem by D. Gabrielle Jensen
Weeds grow through cracks
In broken asphalt. Carcasses stand In place of businesses, Long ago abandoned. Poverty waits, Under ramshackle roofs for sunset, And desert heat to subside. Sidewalks end without reaching Their destinations. Boards protect forgotten windows From rocks seeking something to destroy. Shattered plastic in Unused signs Tell fractured tales Of what used to be. Nothing mended. New things built. To distract attention from the old, The broken, the forgotten. Desolate, ruined. Coarse, poor. Ugly city.
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Added on June 10, 2011 Last Updated on June 10, 2011 AuthorD. Gabrielle JensenCOAbout"In times of crisis, when I felt unloved and alone, when others would turn to prayer, I’d put my headphones on." ~Mat Devine Reading: The First Lord's Fury: Book 6 of the Codex Alera by Jim B.. more..Writing
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