Open Eyes

A rusty nail on the sidewalk,
A discarded bottle on the curb.
The streets are empty, the sky gray,
The buildings loom like tombstones.

A lone pigeon pecks at a crust,
A stray cat slinks through the alleys.
A breeze stirs the trash and debris,
Whispers secrets to the empty streets.

A forgotten glove, a torn poster,
Memories of lives once lived.
A city asleep, or maybe dead,
A symphony of decay and neglect.

Yet still, there's a glimmer of hope,
A flower pushing through the crack.
A ray of sun piercing the clouds,
A reminder that life persists, persists.

So let us walk with open eyes,
And see the beauty in the bleak.
For in this urban wasteland,
There's poetry to be found if we seek.