The High Life.

Her Dull and weathered state of mind, Oppressed by clouds of modern times.
Caged by steel and concrete towers
Her depression darkens hour by hour;
The beauty of life and country sour.

The elevator has made a stand
And sworn defiance by raise of hand,
So on to hell upon weary feet
To hide from life under filthy sheets-
A fatherless burden, her maker meets.
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5 Comments

  1. 1emeraldcity said,

    September 1, 2012 at 6:00 am

    I like the poem and the photo! Nice iambic rhythm… and love it that you are inspired by my work…that’s what we’re here for..Great!

    • montygrant said,

      September 1, 2012 at 6:41 am

      Thank you Jacquie. I really appreciate your comments; keep inspiring!

  2. Laurie Kolp said,

    September 9, 2012 at 3:25 pm

    This hits hard, as I had a friend commit suicide.

    • Andrew Grant said,

      September 9, 2012 at 8:14 pm

      Really sorry to hear that Laurie. The stats on increased numbers of suicides in these harsh ressecions is very sad reading indeed. Thanks very much for taking the time to visit Laurie

      • Laurie Kolp said,

        September 9, 2012 at 8:59 pm

        Your welcome!


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