High-Rise

High-Rise

High Rise - Low Life,
Steel girders of grime,
Breeding City strife.

Compacted densities,
Like pilchards in a tin.
Forsaken potential - with morbid propensity.

These towers of ennui,
Scrape bottomless skies
Soaring summits of languor
and muffling cries.

But look take a view,
Of the city in shine.
Hope may rise like the sun
bringing better times.

Steve Thomas