My London, My City

The Doorway

My London, my city
Is falling through the cracks
Slipping down between glass
And chrome
Squeezed into non existence
Becoming darker
With pretention
And no protection
It’s soul is dying
As all the things I knew
Crumble under callipers
And blue prints
Raised for respectability
Losing the unique
And the grotesque that was more
Becoming safe
With edges of dire
My City, My London
Soon will be no more

Posted: Thursday, September 1st, 2016 @ 9:03 pm
Categories: Poems.
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