May 3, 2009
By Ali Bullington BRONZE, Mundelein, Illinois
Ali Bullington BRONZE, Mundelein, Illinois
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We live in lands of dirty streets
Where singers hide and artists weep
We dance in towns of make-believe
Where grass succumbs to grey concrete

Where mist and fog don't leave the ground
We cower and we huddle 'round
Where cooling embers settle down
We mute our souls, we make no sound

We sit beneath the traffic light
Where bikers spar and drivers fight
We start our frantic human flight
Where danger lurks just out of sight

We leap within the crosswalk slow
We sleep within the streetlight's glow
Where decimated dreamers go
Suburbia: the place I know

The author's comments:
It was a rather numbingly boring day. The whole earth seemed to be covered in a blanket of depressingly thick fog. I was stuck in an uninspiring classroom in a failing public school. Disenchanted, I wrote this poem.

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