The city…a poem

Alley, Grunge, Street, Aged, City, Urban

there are dark places in every city
places where shadows live
and feast on the raw emotions
of those who rush by
to get away from themselves
and their lives that don’t fit
filled with remorse
and fear
constantly searching
for something
they walk
eyes down
terrified that if they look up
they’ll see who they truly are
reflected in the filthy shop windows

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6 Responses to The city…a poem

  1. m.caimbeul says:

    Excellent my friend.

  2. oldmainer says:

    This is a favorite.

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