The toxicity of my city
Dwells with me!
Riddled to my core
Entwined to every nerve
Responsible of my beginnings as much as my end
Its walls tell tales of the test of time
Each indentation; each discernible crack with an
individual version.
Its towering buildings loomed over the city
Like gangling one legged giants
Tainted and deteriorating
Looking down at me
Ready any moment to fall dead at my feet
Carved with ideology and profanity
Permanently spray-painted against its surface.
The smell of the sewer whelms every inch of its reach
Masks are no good here
Futile to fathom escape
Stifling all in its wake
The great depression was the impression for its creation
The blue print to the blueprint of suffocation
All man for themselves
A vicious cycle of hunter-hunted, hunted-hunter
While shadows lurking in the shadows
The dark of the night coals the darkness of their hearts
Its citizens are molded by the chaos
Fashioned by anarchy
Government intervention unnecessary…
The toxicity of my city
Dwells within me!
Olsfred
James 2015©
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