Neglect
worn sepia rug, frayed and bare in patches
greasy stains and smudges
mar the faded yellow wallpaper
minimal furniture, not by design
simply for lack of consideration
soft white powder leaves its mark
on the small, cloudy square mirror
lying on the cheap, water-damaged coffee table
dollar bills, not used for groceries
but rolled into tubes
that feed another hunger
smells of mold, sweat, and frenzy
all tinge the stale air
with their special brand of decay
the screen door shrieks
as one more empty body
claws its way into this
depraved duplex dungeon
almost everything is scarce here
furnishings, food, friends, faith
but oh! the forgotten dreams
they lay scattered
over every surface
piled high in every nook
one could trip and break his neck
over all these abandoned dreams
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