City Skyline
Manmade stars seen through
ash shadows blanketing
this city made numb,
the unmaking of man,
thread unwinding from its spool
too quick to remember.
Creation bleeds oil-black,
seeping into the pavement,
never knew till it was too late,
isn’t it ironic?
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Hey there, I'm a Freshman Unspecified Arts Major in college and I am a bookkeeper. I've always loved the rawness of poetry so if my poems are a bit jumbled, that's why!
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