Thursday, April 11, 2013

Weedy Growths

Weeds grow in cracks.
Some, mere distractions, aesthetically depraved and alone,
Others…well others are blights, barren of redemption

Upon reputation and perception…we flee from what we never took the time to understand

We are the easy victims,
We are the uncomfortable prey,
Hunter’s battle over our pelts,
Quantity is often considered more desirable
Than pedigrees and wealth…

They, the crowd of horizons, scream unmercifully,
Thumbs up provides little reaction…
The Hero pauses, wrinkles his grin in turn,
     Thumbs down…the sky erupts…bloodthirsty and alone

Weeds devour our sidewalks,
Inhabit our terrain, leaving
Nothing left worth saving,
To mire in near and distant pains...Justice?

1 comment:

  1. Intriguing. Weeds creep slowly, growing over the neglected. There's a feeling of melancholy here leading to lack of care, like nothing matters anymore, even a hero might fail to impress.

    I can't remember if I returned to leave a comment the last time. I hope all is well with you.