Shattered Pedestals

Houses peepin’ down the streets,

where the moonlight bathes lost souls in its bloodshot light.

Searchin’ for a meanin’ on jagged concretes.

Not a single damn for one’s worn soles or a lesson in hindsight.


Fallen petals seek reconciliation.

Only to be met with cruel predicaments.

On a giant pedestal, I put you on.

Yet, somehow, our paths were in dissonance.


Tattered, broken, bruised, confused, alone,

I now must tread these shattered pedestals.

Much like how a raging cyclone,

in its wake, would engulf those poor petals.

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