I am a local who hates where I live.
Acrid cesspool on the Susquehanna.
A city deserving of its stigma
As a community so repulsive.
For its citizens joy is elusive
With its commerce mired in inertia.
The valley is consumed by a dark aura
Creating a malaise that’s oppressive.
Ancient residents blinded by the past,
Block the community’s need to reshape,
Accelerating the city’s downturn.
I’ve seen outside, which makes me an outcast
Even though I was lucky to escape,
Why was I insane enough to return?
© 2017 Benjamin Goodrich
Wow… Very local taste in your writings, loving the way that you portray your perspectives and thoughts into your piece of poem. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on!
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