Cursed (this) City
trips into town do this to me
Image by crAIyon.com
i searched the lonely backstreets
of a thousand cursed cities
all full to the very brim
of their own emptiness
wasted platitudes and cries
fallen on ears
not deaf
just not willing to hear
hopes and dreams
litter the ground
skewered by homelessness
alcoholism and addiction
like the salting of fertile land
of ages ago
i was looking for something
i knew
iโd never find
it was something
i had to look for
my objectives were unclear
but my resolve was steadfast
so i kept my head
higher than my spirits
i hunted
i searched
i looked
hoping
wanting
needing
to find something
anything
just a small piece
of anywhere
but here
.
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Exploited - Dead Cities
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Comments (20)
Wow. This was deep. I liked it a lot!
Great work! It captures the essence of being the lost and forgotten of society and clinging to the hope for something, anything, to happen; to be seen and heard for who you are.
Great job Brenton! Congrats on your top story.
Oh, man. This one hits hard! Very well done!
Awesome piece, Brenton! Thoroughly enjoy your style! ๐ซ
Fantastic piece. Congrats on the TS.
This was great!
Excellent job here very deep message about active listening beyond the scope of your own responses
This is so well written. The ending was especially powerful. Congrats on top story Brendon!
"fallen on ears not deaf just not willing to hear" it says so much about society. the neglect. the ignorance. the preference of being purposefully blind rather than seeing the world's problems.
"just a small piece of anything but here." ๐ฎ Excellent! Loved your poem. And congrats!
Uncompromising look at urban muck, so well done. Don't know if small towns improve it at all though. .. in any case, congratulations!
I FELT this. Ive been a solitary city wanderer before. Epic expression of feeling ๐๐ผ
great work why cant you join my friends and read what I have just prepared for you
"Salting of fertile land" - excellent imagery and narrative. TS! ๐
anywhere but here...does such a destination exist?
Oh my goodness, this was so freaking relatable! Loved your poem!
I agree with L.C. that I feel like I know where you're going sometimes with these pieces and yet you always surprise me. "Anywhere but here" landed hard for me. Always love your work :)
Sounds like me. I want to be anywhere but where I am
Is it bad that sometimes your pieces remind me of Tairri B ๐ค Couldn't even tell you why. Maybe the way you write a line and I think it means something, and then, with the next line, youve changed that meaning to something else.