They are ghost towns, with flashy sign boards
Giving you directions, trying to get a hold
Of a little something something for the road
That can set them free, from the voices of their own
They are ghost towns, with nothing much alive
But they sure do want, a piece of your life
Alot like some people we know, am I right?
Just a bit too lost, a bit dead inside.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 2nd, 2024 17:19
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
Comments1
This Halloween, let's call out the monsters.
The monsters walk about in society day and night, hardly even hiding their hideousness. Excellently rendered with great imagery and a fitly haunting poignancy.
Thanks a lot, I appreciate it!!
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