When the Money Runs Out
When the money runs
out. Silhouettes of
shadows. Abandoned
buildings with boarded
windows. Crumbling brick
-facades. The gray sky
hides the wind. Every
-thing expands. The eye
-s see far into the
distance. No more touch.
Words lose meaning. Empty
train tracks. Electronic
music beeps and fades.
Copyright © Alex Roth | Year Posted 2014
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