The Heart of a City

The heart of a city
is sick and blue.
Its streets are stricken
with arrythmia too.

The beats are uneven
from lack of grass.
Its grates on cement walks
seep out gas.

The high rise scrapers
hide the sun
and its bleeding heart
is on the run.

But it can't escape.
The smog's too thick.
It's falling apart
brick by brick.

The heart of a city
is being squeezed
and it cries aloud
for it can't be eased.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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