Written by James Sanders and HastyWords
Branches, dry and brittle, snap beneath my feet
Stained circles of torched grass litter the ground
And the sun…
Well…
It strains to find purchase inside this compound
Oh it’s no paradise, perhaps more like paradise lost
But understand, my being here ain’t what it seems
I packed my bags…
Closed my eyes…
And took a walk on that Boulevard of Broken Dreams
By night the streets are filled with piercing screams
Fading by day into the crumbling brick of alley walls
And the echoes…
They linger…
As do the voices that laugh and jeer you when you fall
And their piercing eyes watch through windows tall
With such malevolence causing my soul to shiver
I move on…
Undeterred…
As a lone wave in the current of an endless river
HASTYWORDS 
Sadly beautiful . . . I’ve walked that boulevard too many times.
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Haunting.
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Well done! I can see and hear it. Ok – actually – I suppose I see the Boulevard of Broken Dreams that I have seen. Can any of those streets be all that different?
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*shudders* sounds like an awful place best left behind.
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Sounds like you are living in my dream?
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This was definitely another enjoyable piece to write. You never know where your thoughts will take you, especially when you are able to feed them from someone else that is so talented. Pleasure writing with you again Hasty 🙂
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Writing with others is one of my favorite things. I am so glad we wrote this 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Writer’s Block.
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