Delta40
02-19-2014, 03:14 AM
A portrait of misery
lurks in the alleyway
No graffitti message to the world
along the dank walls.
What bricks are left,
crumble under the weight
of living.
A leg once the ladder of
the future,
is now broken and strewn
across bags of garbage.
Memories fester in an oxo box
with yesterday's news.
There is no place like home.
Miles from any painted reality.
lurks in the alleyway
No graffitti message to the world
along the dank walls.
What bricks are left,
crumble under the weight
of living.
A leg once the ladder of
the future,
is now broken and strewn
across bags of garbage.
Memories fester in an oxo box
with yesterday's news.
There is no place like home.
Miles from any painted reality.