The glove lay on the ground abandoned. The graffiti on the walls cried foul in color. The cracked windows of tenements blacked out. A neighborhood of souls in despair entombed.
Poetry – Urban Decay
The glove lay on the ground abandoned. The graffiti on the walls cried foul in color. The cracked windows of tenements blacked out. A neighborhood of souls in despair entombed.
Tenements is such a vivid word.
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Thank you! That was a last moment change. I think it is much better than apartments, which was the word I originally wrote down.
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It’s definitely more decaying-sounding.
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Striking poem and stark decay…
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Thank you so much! And yes, it is unfortunately.
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Very well written poem
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🙂 That makes me happy to hear.
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💜
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so good!
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Aw, thank you!
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Maranda, appalling photo! Your well-written poem captures the desolation perfectly. Do you know where the photo was taken?
Hope all is well with you. ❤ Cheryl
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No, I don’t know where it was taken. It was from Pixabay.
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