Self-described and self-defined.
RAINY DAYS The Esplanade, Rochdale Deceivingly, this is the most picturesque part of inner ‘dale, this living lie – this memorial in prosperous spring bloom; Alien stands the Town Hall; looking straight out of a fairytale, stunning stained glass lending enchantment to this gloom. Thick cloud breaks where sun rays bleed through, in momentary splendour, generating false hope; But I know the truth – this place grips on like glue, dragging you down to rock bottom till you’re left feeling blue. Distressed in the sunken gardens of the Esplanade, contemplative as, while lost in sullen thought, curtains are drawn back on this façade, this town in suffering; mainly infested by those distraught. Beaches of tarmac, rubble and burnt-out cars Haunted by seven ethereal, concrete sisters; This visceral society, unashamedly wearing scars, is fractured, frayed and breaking into blisters. A misguided generation, manacled by educational arrears, stand, in futile wait, on a redeemer. The heavens empathise with their tears, while those beneath are washed away ever deeper. For juvenile pram pushers, say a prayer; One more, for ASBO boyfriend’s crimes. Bleak, unforgiving slate-cast skies groan with despair, interrupted brusquely by portentous Town Hall chimes.
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