Fractured Years

Fractured Years short poem

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All you heartless bastards,
what have you done?
housing estates spat
out for wasted generations;
a life sentence of
grey brick cells
festering in long cemetery grass
endless dead end roads lined by
garbage dump back yards,
playgrounds for fat black rats
and thin toad children
streets ripped empty of life
darkened shop fronts,
their faded names and broken graffiti glass,
those peeling Brexit stickers.
envelopes scattered on filthy floors
these are our fractured years
where we stare starry eyed and blind
as they stalk through the night,
like black dogs, looking to fuck
something bleeding
and alone

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