Martinsburg

By FlowMyTears

The scorching sun glistens
on the railroad tracks, and
the thick brush overtakes the
woods on the outskirts.

The hillside is littered with
Victorian houses and people
grow sunflowers on their lawns.
It seems like there's no one living
here, the streets are empty.

People had so many dreams for
this town. They wanted bustling
shopping centers, law-abiding,
uptight citizens, but the universe
laughs last.

People here will listen to the
silence, and as it breaks their
sanity, they will seek love
from their sleeping parents.

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Copyright 2020 FlowMyTears
Published on Monday, October 12, 2020.     Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and "Poetry"
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  • Phalanx On Monday, October 12, 2020, Phalanx (744)By person wrote:

    You're like the rest. where is your head?

  • FlowMyTears On Tuesday, October 13, 2020, FlowMyTears (54)By person wrote:

    Huh, looks like some people aren't into prose.

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