The elegance crumbles, scratches and cuts
The bottom of feet that play
Ruining fun
For those who enjoy a good kick about
Sticking into feet
Creating a negative atmosphere.
The crowds cringe as they see life destroying life.
The winces are shown
With a harsh sound screaming out their mouth;
Hiding the scars now made by, what was once
Elegance.
Crumbling leads to death:
Skin being eroded
Rocks being eroded.
Yet kids still play
The infants with the new found beauties.
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Poetry
PoetryPoetry by James Matthews includes all his best poems plus special previews of his new works
