A Neon Signs Cold Breath
Asphalt and street lights
Asphalt and street lights
cement and grit
Chains on the windows
and scattered fire pits
The screeching of midnight trains
a woman’s voice crying out
The heavy smell of misery
entwined with every shout
The bitterness of poverty
the hopelessness of life
embeds itself in every breath
as sharp as a knife
Broken glass and broken lives
line the littered street
as shadows pass throughout the night
cloaked in the silence of defeat
A baby’s cry hangs in the wind
as if on cue for us to care
for us to comprehend
the bitterness in the air
The foulness of reality
the stench of being left
to rot away in darkness
against a neon signs cold breath
About the Creator
Robin Edwards
Robin is a veteran, having proudly served in the United States Air Force. She worked as a speech therapist for several years before retiring. She enjoys writing, working on art, and margaritas!
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