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10/28/08

Concrete Jungle

Not so long ago I stood

among

Indian blankets, capricious

free.

Now I struggle to catch my

breath.

Stifling metal and concrete

abuse

my innocent life. People are

blinded,

lost in this horrendous jungle.

Scared

of the rain that drops acid,

mixing

with the tar pitched roadways.

This

is their life. Black starless

skies.

The only music is the sound of

sirens.

10 comments:

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.

Cheers.

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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