Ghost Cities

The demons tower tall

their minions

they drive the streets

the food is poisonous

the words senseless

the minds useless

use less, no?

Craving, greedy, hungry

souls they wander

ruthless, fruitless.

The air impossible to breathe

happiness impossible to feel

it's a terrible ordeal

will we ever,

ever really heal?

© Utsa Seth, 2018