THE OLD STREET

nephilim56

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.

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2025 01:44
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