Eight-line Poems

Under the Bridge

Under the Bridge

Under the bridge where the homeless go,
where the cardboard cities continue to grow,
where lives are beached from the ebb and the flow,
where hope comes to die in pain and sorrow,

here where the trolls have long since departed,
gone for the goats far away and uncharted,
our fairy tales now not for the fainthearted,
filled only with souls that are broken and martyred.


Line count: 8
Rhymed aaaa bbbb
For Express It In Eight, 10.05.23
Prompt: Under the bridge.