Hidden Poem by Maritza Fertig

Hidden



Not sure of this place,
Today she wakes to find it's not the same,
Over by the window she feels incomplete,
Gazing out at a barren street she begins to weep,
The only place she's ever known uncovered is so cold,
The fog that clouds the truth has been so bold,
Protecting a thief, this street, robs you of your soul,
An evil so blindly unkind,
Has deprived her of her life and held her hostage in another zone,
Not the slightest remorse expressed,
Not even felt inside,
These streets, they appear so clean,
Yet there's so much foul hatred unseen,
Masked by an innocent face,
This injustice remains intact,
Calm and relaxed,
Not a bit of suspicion,
The people of this street will be pain stricken,
Soon this neighborhood will be over written,
How could this beautiful place be so damned,
Soon to become a dull, dry, deserted wasteland.

Thursday, February 11, 2016
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