Neglect

Is the part of my old town where street lamps
are few and the smell of cat piss and abused
women's dread hangs in the air. Where broken
bottles and shattered dreams litter tearstained
pavements and old men prop up bars and talk
of nothing. Seclusion is edged in their faces when
they walk home to gloomy beds and sleep when
the new day is born.

Email: Jan O. Hansen

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