Thieves and scoundrels stand about, with potions and powders to sell.
Lining the streets, where the lost and broken dwell.
Victims scratch, swing,and fight.
Only to discover that, at the end of the tunnel, there’s no longer a light
- Author: Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 15th, 2018 00:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Comments4
Vividly described - great work Resa
Resa - did you mean "no longer" a light? This is a grim one...... great description....
Thank you Lorna:)
Resa71,
I’ve seen it!
A perfect description!
~Laura~
EXcellent Resa
Bravo!
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