Painful Memories
I scan the movement of the people
Ragged faces torn and wandering;
Pale their bodies, unlike the human race
And children in slum areas,
Begging for a crumb to eat
While mothers hold their thin babies
As they're dying in the street.
The coldness of the city brings painful memories--
Churches fallen, scattered stones
Drop from the blackened wind
And my forlorn figure stands alone.
Contest: Fill In The ---- Memory, Memories
For Poet Destroyer A 19th May 2016
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