This poem is based off the real, enigmatic and abandoned city called Centralia:
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The city of Centralia met its demise,
while the residents were trapped in its vice,
as the fire churns down below,
it ignites the floor, pollution blows,
And as our souls despondently coil,
we silently toss in turmoil,
your eyes flinch as you subtly pray,
but countenance the same through numerous days,
whispering nonsense, never to be true,
though wishes are extraneous when i'm here with you.
Life is futile now that you're gone,
the city of Centralia, our home, faces forlorn,
even memories are fading like the population,
but I conjure reality with my imagination.
Everyone is evacuating, as am I,
But when I look back, I still cannot cry,
and Centralia is a fallacy thought out of the blue,
amiable mother, my tears have been spent upon you.
YOU ARE READING
Reminisce
Poetry~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Hig...
