Gone

We used to meet,
but never eat,
at White Castle
on Monmouth street.

Now it's just a lot
with s**t and squat
where poor kids play
in holey socks.

At home Reap died
and we all cried.
Death to an era
and one last ride.

Reviews

[Jordan A. Wilson]

I like the flow to this one. Does it refer to Monmouth in Newport?

[w]

It does. You from here?

[Jordan A. Wilson]

I got to NKU so I run around the levee every now and then. Spent many a nights in that White Castle and Pepper Pod after parties lol

[w]

lol I hung out in that area (there's a barber shop/studio over there) about 10 years ago.

[w]

I used to write and spit rhymes.

[Corset]

we reap what we sow, so many places people return to looking for someone or something that used to be there but now is not, it leaves one feeling hollow, well done.

[GunMetal]

Different from your usual pieces, yet similar in feel. The rhyme felt natural. Very good.

[R.A. Youngblood]

I like your flow, the style of no rhyming at the second stanza.
This is simple, fun to read, truthful and yet powerful!
Thanks for sharing..Keep it up :D

[Marissa]

short and honest....great job!

[Laura Maidah]

One of your better ones.

[Laura Maidah]

The distinction of rhyme scheme in the last stanza is to your favor.

[w]

I have been writing more rhymes recently (end-line, mid-line and random) and this was mostly free flowing.

[Destinyxi]

Short but to the point, good write

[MOON]

Lovely flow , death to an era and one last ride .

[afra]

nice flow .....the last stanza was nice ...keep writing

[Rliv]

This has a nice flow. I love this poem and I absolutely love the last stanza. You can't stop time, but I think that's part of the beauty of life.