-ASHES-
Ashes of a trampled city,
memories of a ruined burg,
from the backstreets devoid of pity
where the darkest hearts emerge.
In this metropolis of mischance,
in this heartbroken hamlet of gloom,
where the repugnant dance and the repulsive prance
death finds the young too soon.
Shadows parade the streets,
marching to the severed symphony of waste.
The truthful tounges no longer speak,
as they were plagued with a bitter taste.
The worst of men are scorners,
the pity-peddler seeking to smuggle,
and the harlots at every corner, here in this iron, urban jungle.
Comments
-
very nice!!!
hey, vernon, very nice poem!!! read my poem the storm. tell me what you think. -
this is a really well portrayed image of the "iron, urban jungle" the descriptions and the words flow. well penned.
Adding your comment:
