13th St
On the tar black street lined with broken bottles of hopelessness,
the sorrow filled doorways stretched beyond the reach of dreams and pity
while empty eyes drained of tears saw only a darkness covering them
with the urine stained shadow of a misty moonlight dancing across the
soulless faces in a steady stream of misery.
04/30/2017
(Word Play Images, Dense & Pithy-Entry)
Copyright © Randall Conklin | Year Posted 2017
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