House of blues
Sunset boulevard
In the corner of the room, racking up dust
A dark blue jacket sinking into the walls of Mount Olympus
Pleading for help
The dazzling jackets stare, and laugh at the unloved clothing
"You are not worthy. Just clothing for a homeless man to wipe up his crack"
"A piece of shit left to rot"
A Jacket which could have become something, a beautiful something
Forgotten because it did not appear good enough to stand with the lighter, prettier jackets
(This poem was inspired by the Jacket from the House of Blues)
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The Poetry Book
PoesíaThe poetry book: A collection of my poetry in different writing styles. I will continue to add to it :)
