Isn't funny when a
city is kissed by the
sun it leaves shadows
like small cuts on a face.
Those shadow cuts
are small and shallow,
but they're still there.
Crawling under cars
and homes, nicking street
corners as they stalked
every living thing
within this city.
Isn't funny how this
city kissed by the sun
mirrors human nature.
Bright and beautiful
on the outside, but
look a little closer,
it's cold in the corners along
with rotting thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoetryThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
