copyright 2020 kb mcanelly
Among the lost,
we briars and thorns bristle:
We call ourselves up.
Brick and mortar stubborn
asphalt tempers
orange mesh and yellow cones
stones crumbling
shattered glass tumbling
through our minds
shards settling deep
between boarded hearts
links of twisted steel.
Bent with survival
we will thrive
coming up
through urban decay.
NINE POINT VIEW 