These Streets

I will one day forgetthe shapes of these streets,the tarmac forever incomplete,the cracked pavement under my feet,the misery in every face I greet. I will one day forgivethe complacency and hatedribbled from bruised lips,wept from weary eyes,plucked from pools of sick. I will one day forgetthe friends who fed me to lions,who stabbed me inContinue reading “These Streets”