Monday, April 27, 2009

Imagery/Hometown Poem


Valley of the Lung

The cold, dark mountain
Seeps into the town
Upon the dreary memories
That seem to hold a frown

The eerie feel of eyes
Watching from the hill
Hang just like a shadow
Sickening the ill

The pain of betrayal
Haunts them from within
As each breath untaken
Leaves them without kin


The sickness started spreadin’
When they opened up the hill
The darkened cloud of dust
Was lookin’ to kill

They’ve buried twice as many
As there would’ve been before
Yes, they’ve buried twice as many
But the mine still calls for more.

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