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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A teenage day of angst and gray

pushes me to stray.

Concrete cracked and asphalt mat,

inside this mind I'm wrapped.

Black spots of gum that look so dumb,

they leave me feeling numb.

What have we done, we have become

the scum that ruins for fun.


Look on high at peaks of trees,

it helps me breathe

to see these leaves

that fade from green to dead.

They make me dread with heart of lead,

the day I lay and rest.


All dressed up, and all messed up

I walk along this crest of hills -

past sites with drills

that make me wish for gills.

To be at sea, with none of thee

that drain these lands

with their bare hands.


I take my stand against the man,

who called this land his dream.

For all I see,

among this crowd 

is people skipped

and no more proud.


Submitted: October 17, 2020

© Copyright 2021 Andre S.E. Tye. All rights reserved.

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A strong piece of poetry. Some great rhyming.

Sun, October 18th, 2020 6:59pm

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