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Thursday, July 26, 2012


Urban old



The sidewalk is cracked and broken

weeds thrive in between the crevices

The houses are falling down

one by one

the fences no longer mended

a lone dog barks his unhappiness

tied to servitude



The reflection of the sun is skewed

urban shadows are fake

 manmade shade offers no comfort  from the heat

As I trod along in my mind

Music wafting through a window gives false hope

My old shoes  raise dust as they pass by

a shuffle long forgotten as I sing a lost tune

I laugh a little



The planted flowers are all wilted now

The vibrant green as faded as my dreams

Brown and grey are the colours of my walk

This neighbourhood just doesn't seem to care

Faces from the past replace once vibrant petals

There are no more to fall

at least not for me



This park bench used to be beautiful

The blistered paint once vibrant, is dull and used

Initials carved in long forgotten love are unreadable

I have sat here before in the shade of prosperity

I have sat here in the shadow of dreams

Now I sit in the unrelenting brightness of my failures

Now I sit in contemplation of yesterday

I sit and I try to breathe

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