Ruins of life

Walking across the street I thought I knew..................

The sky is forever grey
the air is filled with ash and cinders of a past inglorious
The clock hands and wheels of life turned in the grease which filled their souls.
Soot and black grace their doors
Moss, green and filthy, carpets the brick underneath their feet.
Red and burnt are the house faces,
Small and inhumane.
Deprived of all want of life, a quality of haze,
Lives fading into each other.
Nothing to live for, not a smile on any face, visitors unwelcome
Where is the life they all came to find?
With their hope,
Lost and abandoned, shunned, left to rot,
In the metal and dark.

The End

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