TheLittlePoet

Ghost Town

Tumbleweed beer cans 

Clanking down empty streets

The city that sleeps 

Till 3 pm the snorings screech 

Walks of shame tip toe 

Past my shadow 

The soft pillows smuggling beer 

breath broken bottles 

cutting at my heels 

Quiet is the air of regretted decisions 

Where is the healing for this 

Town trickled dry of life.