▲ 0 ▼ June 8, 2016 at 1:33 pm Shannon Ford-Jefferson says: The stench of death, dangerously stifling.
No one notices us here, anyway.
Piece by piece, there’s no peace.
My mind meter mirroring mundane matters.
Bleak building built brick by brick.
The stench of death, dangerously stifling.
Deep in the hallways, lies dreamers.
Who will come for those children?
There is more depth, look deeper.
There is hope, past these apartments.
Despite the bleak surroundings, I rise.