The 'Beautiful' Ghetto
In my mind is a place of unbearable beauty,
So agonizing to recall the charm;
A place, so lovely and pretty, rows of homes,
And lace curtains billowing in the breeze.
The place of my early childhood
My family left this home far behind, we moved,
But in my mind this place remained beautiful;
Many, many years have passed, life has gone forward,
And I return for the first time.
The beauty shattered in my mind.
Replaced by the reality of an inner city ghetto,
Devastated, rundown, ravaged rows of houses;
Boarded up, crumbling, gone to waste and ruin,
It is almost to much to fathom.
Yet there is a shadow of the beauty.
And as I view the destruction of time passed,
Houses fallen and given way to neglect;
I realize my memory is no longer a valid thing,
Closing my eyes, I recall the loveliness.
A time I had placed on a pedestal.
Gone, gone, gone is the existence of beauty,
Only and forever living in my wandering mind;
In the mind of a child, happy and safe, playing,
Where nothing horrible ever happens.
The place of my early childhood.
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March 10, 2014
Poetry/Verse/The 'Beautiful' Ghetto
Copyright Protected, ID 03-548-451-10
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
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