Dark green grass
among tall oak trees.
My town is a lonely town,
the loneliest I have ever seen.
Dark houses,
thick dust,
and bushy, gray clouds.
Bullet holes in stop signs,
abandoned corner stores.
People walking all alone
in the middle of the day.
A spooky graveyard
covered in low fog.
The church bell rings
but only a select few can hear it.
My town is a lonely town,
the loneliest town I have ever seen.
among tall oak trees.
My town is a lonely town,
the loneliest I have ever seen.
Dark houses,
thick dust,
and bushy, gray clouds.
Bullet holes in stop signs,
abandoned corner stores.
People walking all alone
in the middle of the day.
A spooky graveyard
covered in low fog.
The church bell rings
but only a select few can hear it.
My town is a lonely town,
the loneliest town I have ever seen.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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