Sanctuary
By =Star=

With frenzied plaintive cry
Summer dies to Autumn.
Rust, red, and gold leaves
adorn tenement streets and sidewalks;
Join and urban flotsam
of cigarette packs and beer cans.
Buildings nearly lost in grim decay
rape the sunset skyline.

And through it all,
for one more year,
children cry with joy,
as others grow that fatal day
into weariness.

Cold wind rips through squalid streets;
Whistles bleak anticipation
of the winter yet to come.
Yet those who live here
and work these sad little stores
look on only with listless eyes;
Take sanctuary in thoughts of dying!

On even the warmest of Summer nights,
the city seems a cold, cold place,
and lonely!
Endless acres of humanity,
desperate in need
to reach out to each other,
take cold sanctuary
in bitter isolation.
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