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A Dying Dream

Blame it on bureaucracy or whatever, but I've been waiting two years for the abandoned house next door to be torn down, and the other five on my block. The sounds of vagrant rodents, squeaking, hissing, grinding, and the stench of urine in the dark wind, coming from the feral house next door. Whenever a peal of thunder moves in, it begins raining decay. Lead from crumbling bricks, pealing paint, drifts toward my windows. It sickens me. What can I do? I have been robbed of an American dream.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/10/2011 4:21:00 AM
Sad picture.. A dying dream indeed. Hope someone wil rescue that tall dream! thanks for sharing this.I enjoyed this piece. hey you are gonna make a great poet if you can just take time to learn from & interact more with the great pens here. welcome to the loveliest poetry community. please keep writing! Love always, Adeleke
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Date: 2/9/2011 9:54:00 PM
Sad picture of a dying dream !--kashinath
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