Chewing Sand

These walls shout platitudes at me
But I know they don’t say
What they mean
The truth is hiding somewhere in between
Layers of wheat paste or spray paint
Where memories have been forgotten
And the history of a city screams silently
Beneath new urban facades
Lies we’re always telling ourselves
Our surroundings reflecting all
The things we want to be and all the
Things we’ve covered up in haste
To forget the sadness and grit
Of a lifetime

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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