Dusty black pavement zig zagged with cracks

Browning weeds wilting by the roadside

Crumbling dull dirt that refuses to clump

Trash scattered down its length, faded and no longer trodden upon

No animals come here

No people

Not even insects fly through on their way to a more promising land

Broken glass scattered amongst the weeds

Has lost its gleam and threatens no one

Half buried metal, rusted and dull—it will cut nothing

It’s only been ten days since he left and already you feel the chill winds blowing through

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  • Published: February 2nd, 2023 17:28
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  • L. B. Mek

    great imagery, really well executed
    'barren desert of an abandoned heart'
    thanks for sharing, stay strong!



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