Poetry · Writing

Emerald Locks

Trash fields

broken lights

burning buildings

and the safe is safe.

With everything falling apart

the green key

will always be around in

a bank of tragedy.

Published by SamT.Gutierrez

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: