This drenched city,
Is where I grew up.
Sometimes I loathed it so,
Other days I never wanted to leave.
How can a place bring back so much.
I remember all the tragedies & heartbreak,
But I remember all the joys & miracles.
I know why I left this place,
It haunts me still.
The apartment block remains deserted;
I wouldn't blame people for moving,
From the events of that night.
Now it looks like a home,
To local street rats.
I walk up the cracked cement stairs,
To our run down room.
Graffiti artists have attacked,
My once apartment door.
Inside has been looted;
Only bare walls & blood stains remain.
The dried blood from years ago,
Still heavy on the floor.
The memories it brings,
Causes my body to shake.
My room still a mess,
With clothes strewn across the floor.
I was in a hurry to leave the night,
I feel the same now.
The air is cold & crisp,
As it fills my lungs.
Storm clouds a brewing once more.
I take one final glance,
At this bad omen I called home.
I leave without another word,
& I will probably never look back.
Author notes
I just wrote this in a spare of the moment. If your pissed off because you want to know what I happened in there, well sorry because I'm just as clueless as you so make it up. It is supposed to leave the reader thinking 'Wow, what the hell? Tell me more!'. So I hope I have achieved this.
Well I think it's bad, what do you think?
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it did leave me wondering. its not bad at all.
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Your authors notes say it all. I was like "WHYYYY????"
Your expecting the end stanza to explain it, but you don't, such a wonderful twist.
"I remember all the tragedies & heartbreak,
But I remember all the joys & miracles.
I know why I left this place,
It haunts me still."
As if the other lines didn't accomplish your meaning ><
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