Potholes sprinkled across empty Detroit streets
*like bullet holes in ***** bedsheets*
Found within the vacant homes of the forgotten,
alive with reminders of what used to be
Before the neighborhoods became abundant in abandoned homes
and awash with abandoned people
Yearning for forgotten yesterdays suspended far from reach,
searching for a memory of something concrete
While wandering along the crooked, cracked sidewalks
cemented with resentments;
Forgotten, forsaken, forlorn, foreboding... foreclosure
crisis spray-painted on the brick of a blown out home
Hungry for habitation despite dishevelment,
explicit with endless nothingness
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
Potholes sprinkled across empty Detroit streets
*like bullet holes in ***** bedsheets*
Found within the vacant homes of the forgotten,
alive with reminders of what used to be
Before the neighborhoods became abundant in abandoned homes
and awash with abandoned people
Yearning for forgotten yesterdays suspended far from reach,
searching for a memory of something concrete
While wandering along the crooked, cracked sidewalks
cemented with resentments;
Forgotten, forsaken, forlorn, foreboding... foreclosure
crisis spray-painted on the brick of a blown out home
Hungry for habitation despite dishevelment,
explicit with endless nothingness
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