Toxicity
written by: Fin Hall
darkness descends, the streets are foreboding
hooded gangs prowl
dim lights hide shapes in the shadows
the toxic city wakes
masks abound
around closed shops and stores
few cars emit polluting gases
and strangers, eyes down
pass each other.
winter draws near
the fear still lingers
the year has been like no other
the bodies piled up
the loneliness has eased
but memories
ah memories
remembering when things were fine
when we all lived together
trusting
rightly or wrongly
not now,
it’s changed
the world is strange
the future remains bleak
as we seek
answers
answers which aren’t there
because leaders didn’t care
egos got in the way of sanity
and many suffered
the toxic city prepares
Fin Hall comes from, and lives in the North East of Scotland. He is the poet in residence at Aberdeen Folk Club Covideo Sessions. He hosts Like a Blot From The Blue zoom event, and curates Joined up Writing, an ongoing, collaborative, writing project. Had work published in Sounds music paper, anthologies: Voices In The Wind, Angry Manifesto, Geography is Irrelevant, Brave New World pamphlet and Behind The Bar, Globalisation, and a storyline in Heavy Metal magazine. Work available also online in The Leopard, International Poets - Hunger Special and Spillwords. He has made a short film called Poets in Therapy. Also produces and hosts. Everybody Has A Story, a live, real life storytelling show.
Latest posts by Fin Hall (see all)
- The Witch of The Dark Water - October 25, 2022
- She Was Walking Home - April 12, 2021
- Toxicity - August 14, 2020
