Footsteps fall in unison
paved concrete covered in fallen leaves
the leaves scatter in the wind
and flee the falling feet.
Ashes fall from cigarettes
and broken bottles litter the edge
of the sidewalk.
The air filled with smog,
glass on buildings reflects the gray clouds.
Everyone went fast,
real fast
and no one ever smiled.
The needy were ignored,
and the bands that played
on the sidewalk
were shunned.
Everyone has somewhere to go,
can't appreciate whats right by them.
They walk the sidewalk,
trying to get where they want to go.
No one ever goes
to where the need to go.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
