A city of decay

It is not as it was.

But perhaps, that is for the best.

The city of decay.

It is clear as day.

But only I can see it.

I have tried to explain it.

But you would have to experience it yourself.

Then maybe, you might understand.

It matters not to me anymore.

For every time I see it, I think “a giant bore.”

They say home is where the heart is.

I beg to differ.

I have none of which to speak of.

Everything feels so foreign.

Even myself.

For my attachment to such a place is no more.

Maybe I have changed.

But I know one thing to be constant.

This city, never will.

And that, will be it’s downfall.