The writings of Hunter Coch

Poem: Life in a Vacant Lot

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I am the one who they ignore,
I am the forgotten,
I am the one weathered with age,
I am the one alone on a stage.

Long are days of waiting,
Where the seasons and people walk,
Suns rise and nights pass,
Alone on brittle grass.

Dust settles and colors fade,
Dreams rot with decay,
Alone on a patch of dirt,
Stained and torn sits a young girls skirt.

Orange rust rotting aged iron,
Peeling gold paint fall in flakes,
Empty bottles with fading labels,
Graffiti painted by misguided rebels.

I am the one who they ignore,
I am the forgotten,
I am the one weathered with age,
I am the one alone on a stage.

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