The Juveniles Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb
The Juveniles
Rating: ★5.0
Red brick alley,
where blood and anguish
drips from blades
and is never seen
in the permanant shade.
Where consience is
a nuetral spot
and badland innocence
is soon forgot
among its nueral wanderings.
Freedom through minds wrought
iron door
leads back to where
life seethed before.
Another alley innocent
hits the floor
never to talk again.
Sally Plumb
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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5/3/2024 11:14:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a poetic description of the juveniles, a deep and meaningful poem...great flow of words here...10
Thankyou for your kind comment. Sally P P.