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concrete jungle heatsuffocating cityscape~ bare feet loving grass......Mark Toney © 2021.5/13/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Have you ever heard the story about the rose that grew from concrete
The one that everyone thought its growth would be obsolete
The one everyone thought would wither and die
Light swallowed by shadows
Hearing voices nobody owns
Disembodied, and paralyzed
Good god, I’m PETRIFIED
Falling and falling
One step forward
Two steps back
Is this ever true
One move closer
Two backtracks
Creates new paths for you
One truth found
Two lies learned
S C A R F
R E V E R
S I B L E
I did not intendit this way
a foundation u n f i x e d
Concrete Jungle
City terrain converges with the murky sky above in the dusty shade they share.
A symphony of sound permeates the humid air as machines and people hum through their daily cycles;
Having a heart of stone is considered an insult,
But what about having a heart of concrete?
Cold, gray, hard, rough concrete.
But what is that concrete were covered in art?
Concrete wasn’t always made so harsh and solid
In fact it was mostly straw
When I walk without my shoes on
It rubs my poor feet raw
climb down
toward shame
thought burning
why I bother trying?
angels never
wait above
drag from
A Look Through My Eyes. Outside stroll, what do I see? I see the charisma, the spirit, of New York City. Skylines, and skyscrapers out in the distance. My oh my what a sight to witness.
