Napowrimo 2024. Day 13.
Just went with my own flow today.
Eyesore
Jackanory,
It’s the same old story.
Something that once was,
Is no more.
Demolished,
With new ideas and hopes,
For the land lost.
But instead, it’s left,
To rot and decay.
To waste away,
Into an overgrown,
Weed filled,
Rubbish dumped,
Eyesore.
Even the buildings,
That remain,
Are abandoned.
Derelict and unkempt,
Smashed windows,
Graffiti walls.
Run down,
Into wreck and ruin,
Another eyesore.
Yet some of these places have potential,
To be anything and everything.
From new homes,
To community gardens.
To businesses with new jobs for locals,
Instead of being an eyesore.
I remember when I was at school.
A girl wrote a letter,
Asking for the land behind her home,
To be made into something
Instead of an eyesore.
The land was given new life,
New homes instead of vacant land.
But now that school is gone,
The land bare and forgotten.
It’s an eyesore.
So the question still remains,
Is it a cycle that will never change?
Land left unused and unloved.
Will there always be
Eyesores?
By Katie Haigh
©️K.Haigh 13th April
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