The Concrete Jungle

Tue, 10/05/2021 - 21:44 -- ajn

Stillness.

Silence.

Darknes.

Mist swirling on the footpath,

Concealing every crack and seam,

Many minutes pass,

A long murderous scream.

Stone studded walls,

Dried up falls,

Each bleached by the moonlight.

Tonight we sit,

And stare and marvel,

At the forests of the concrete jungle.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Wired6

Good poem ajn. X

ajn

Thank you!

Wired6

You're welcome. Keep it up. X

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