One Neighborhood

by Cassedi Murakami

Uneven roads

Birds, dogs, cats nothing is there

An eerie feeling

No one will come out

The uneven roads deserted

Not one soul in sight

All the trees are dead

There is no birds in the air

Not even the sun

The air is gloomy

A constant rain cloud covers

One sad neighborhood

Mysterious mist

Who would have want to live here

In this neighborhood