Streets

poem by: Liza Kennedy
Written on Jun 29, 2018 

Streets

Streets. Empty Streets.
Long streets.
Running horizontally
Crossing only at 
Diagonal intersections.
Streets painted red
Deep crevices and potholes
Marring where the ground
Was once so pure and beautiful.
It will never be the same.
The ground will never be as
Beautiful or pure.

 

Tags: Pain, Metaphor, Sad, Imagery,

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