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Ghetto Mind

My mind is just a ghetto now
A burned out, broken neighbourhood;
You'll see wreckage and despair
Where handsome buildings stood.

Here's a crater where a bomb
Took out integrity
Over there to the right
Is the wreck of sanity.

Pride, self-respect, and dignity
Smashed by a wrecking ball;
Dreams, hopes and joy of life,
Taken out by alcohol.

I'm roaming through this wreckage
Not happy with what I find;
It's such a hopeless, broken mess,
This ghetto of my mind.

I pick up garbage, throw it out
Sweep up the shattered mess.
I start rebuilding, brick by brick,
A lifetime's work, I'll guess.

The clutter's slowly getting cleared
Packed up and hauled away.
Rebuilding all my hopes and dreams
Is a process, day by day.

I'm looking at the tidy streets,
A happy neighbourhood
Rebuilding is a lifelong task
But it's starting to feel good.

New hopes, new dreams, respect for self
Sanity at last restored
This ghetto that was my mind
Is a neighbourhood once more.

Dec 13/17
D H Loewen

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