Rust Belt

A rough draft of a poem based on Buffalo, New York, the city I've been in for several years and never felt inspired to write about.

A faded polish
        bleeds through
neon skies over
flickering asphalt.

Beneath steeled
youth,
layers upon
layers
of cracking
   resolve
   retired.

Cyclical silence
            dusts
 rotted foundations.

A momentary existence
melts     with           time.

Reviews

[Amy R]

great write!
keep it up!!

[LJW]

Descriptive of the scene and the moods worked as well chosen metaphors. Nice work.@@_u