An Already Crumbling City Poem by Joshua Bantum

The artists don’t remove themselves from their comfortable café seats,
To put out this fire,
On this already crumbling city.

These trees have rooted themselves desperately towards decaying earth
For they have no where else to go,
But this already crumbling city.

The scene is dim with action, but heavy with unfinished words,
the Living Dead is redefined
in this already crumbling city.

My tears fall drying towards the streets of old loves,
Left behind in dust
With this already crumbling city.

The soft, but temperate, tides of change flow around,
And leave this place to sink alone
For love, lust and trust alike,
Friends and family’s trying ambitions turn to cries and rise
Towards boiling strife,
All attempts that differ,
they just dent, and diminish during lonely drinking times

but please…..
My already crumbling city….
Please forgive my haste and brash,
Lasting and ringing words
Of well earned truth,
Please crumbling city…..
Just let go
Of
me