Posted by: KB. McAnelly | September 26, 2020


copyright 2020 kb mcanelly

Among the lost,

we briars and thorns bristle:

We call ourselves up.

Brick and mortar stubborn

asphalt tempers

orange mesh and yellow cones

stones crumbling

shattered glass tumbling

through our minds

shards settling deep

between boarded hearts

links of twisted steel.

Bent with survival

we will thrive

coming up

through urban decay.

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