The salty
Freshness of
Lady Liberty’s
Sorrow
Blends with the
Tears of those
Who cannot see her
Weathered crown in the
Satin
Darkness
Of hopeless
Empty.
A
Melting pot of
Bleeding souls and
Weeping
Hearts.
Locked fences
Blocked futures.
Bitter language
Bites.
The echoing
Quiet of the
Deserted dreams
Crumbles her copper
Crown.