THE OLD STREET

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Dirty tiles
Upon the roofs
Of a street
Nearby
Litter in
The gutters
Swamped by
Buzzing flies.

The closed shop
On the corner
Where as a child
I played
The shutters 
Rusted stiff
The place
A barricade.

The empty houses
Windows eyes
Now broken
Shattered glass
Front doors
A token.
Once peoples homes
Now long passed.

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  • sorenbarrett

    The neighborhood a metaphor for the people that lived there, all rusted and broken with time. A lovely write



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