A Commercial World.

White powder lines these suburban streets,
Where nature has lost its virginity to industry.
No longer can a shooting star catch wonder and wishes
In this place where the lights drown our vision.
Exhaust from monsters fill the air as they pass,
They have stripped winter of its majesty and beauty.
The fences, enclosing an old school yard, are covered in frozen rust,
What do they hold back from this commercial world?
Behind those bars is not a prison, but an essence of the long forgotten.
A single drop of blood amidst all of this white,
It blooms, unknown to all of man.
There is no love left for this lone rose,
But it keeps on growing despite its chances of survival.
It knows the meaning of true love,
Willing to tell any ear that will listen.
Alas, it is kept hidden from the naïve and the ignorant until it is time,
Tomorrow brings a new day, and a new understanding.

A Commercial World.

schecterrocker

Lake Forest, United States

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poem i wrote a year ago

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