Flipsideofevil's 21 days of Poetry

March 20th Prompt: Take me on a walk in your city

Loss of beauty

Tall structures jutting against the sun
A gritty feel permeates the air
In the hub, pedestrians move
As playful dancers to their own beat
The wafting aroma of bakeries
Intermingle with the lasting stench
Of breweries and misplaced factories
A cohesive smell known to the natives
Gutted out cars sit along rusted tracks
Where forsaken trains no longer roam
The remote area is briskly invaded by
Sporadic sounds of wandering children
In the eve new scents inhabit the air
Crisp winds blanket over the long day
Tiny crickets sing a soothing lullaby
To the restless inhabitants
For they know only in the obscure dark
Is harsh reality truly hidden
Of their dying city that once held
A unique beauty known to all