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Concrete Jungle

Not so long ago I stood


Indian blankets, capricious


Now I struggle to catch my


Stifling metal and concrete


my innocent life. People are


lost in this horrendous jungle.


of the rain that drops acid,


with the tar pitched roadways.


is their life. Black starless


The only music is the sound of



keiths ramblings said...

Just a few minutes ago I was standing on my doorstep. All I could hear was the sea - all I saw above me was a scattering of twinkling stars. In a matter of hours I will once again be swept up in the hustle and bustle of the city. I know where I'd rather be.

S.L. Corsua said...

The title sums up, so well, the sentiment of this poem. ;)

Viewing past posts, I'd like to express how much I've enjoyed reading "Essence of Me." It's cathartic. Thank you.


Toadee said...

I think you have perfectly captured the soul of many of us.

rosey said...

I like this poem. Keith showed me some of your other ones yesterday. I wish I could write like you.

Missy said...

Thank you everyone for your comments. I truly appreciate them. I don't always comment but I do read my blog often.

Many hugs sent your way.

Donnetta Lee said...

Sounds of I35. A really good job. Well done. Great visual imagery. D

Marja said...

Very intriguing great dark poetry.
I feel light today and have high hopes for your country. Good luck with your new president

KB said...

Come out of the dark sweetie x

Mona said...

Jungle of concrete indeed. It is really sad the lives some people have to lead. I am reminded of coal miners with this piece! It is heart wrenching!

Lion Chiller said...

It is indeed a jungle out there... some like it that way, some just play in the jungle- play at work!


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