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