It Starts to Die Slowly
Poem About Entropy and Renewal
It starts to die slowly
A street light that burns out
A broken window
A pothole forms in a street
A bent sign beside a trashcan
Another sign vanishes
A business shuts down
Jobs vanish from the paper
None nearby and so people move
buildings sold or not and are abandoned
They start to fall apart
More businesses fail
More and more empty houses
Leaving the elderly—the diehards—the hopeless
No one else is left
Those remaining slowly die out
The animals began to move in
The wildlife and the ghosts
All now that walk along the streets
The town vanishes into a growing field
Abandoned rubble in slow decay
A man buys a piece of it
Visits it, his new property
Soon starts planning a house there.
About the Creator
April Harrison
Howdie. I'm a student writer who is trying to find her niche. I hope you like my work. If you do, let me know.
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