Monday, 16 January 2023

My City

 


A beautiful figure coated

in the smear of sweat and grease.

This city. The dirt under finger nails.

The blood dripping from old wounds.

She welcomes us. One and all.

To wander through her landscape.

Seeing the rise and fall of her breath, 

as slowly buildings are built up and torn down.

She is the land that is left.

A stain of debris mixed with yesterdays dreams.

 

The face of the city.

So picturesque and pristine

but beneath the mask

lies a dark dirty scene,

where thrives

the artistry of causing pain

and strife.

Where the heartbeat

can be ended

with the flick of a knife.

 

A sweet floral scent mingles

with the pungent under current,

the stench of death and dismay.

Her perfume

to add a little greenery

to the dreary grey.

Some pleasant lands untouched

by the hands of urban decay.

 

A blot of ink on a perfect painting,

Her landscape now sits tainted.

Blighted by concrete putrefaction,

she only ever wanted to be the prime attraction.

A sanctuary of solace

for lost souls seeking

their way home.

 

Now all you hear are the sighs,

The longing sad cries of anguish

heard as she wails inside.

Her boarded shut, litter strew streets.

Closing down signs falling at her feet.

A dulled jewel with no shine.

Nobody to save her from decline.

They have all moved on

to the younger model

across the way,

her building and shops

held in higher sway.

But she is still my city

all she needs is TLC and good company.

 

 

 

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