I spent  nine days in my hometown

From which I had

Previously been ABSENT

For many years.

Where once I could

Sip from the cup of 

Everyday life

I now stood strangely PARCHED,

Though NUMEROUS fountains

Were clearly within reach. 

The colors I grew up with,

Once so pretty and vibrant,

Have since been MUTED by time,

Leaving them haggard and WOEBEGONE.

I can no longer NESTLE,

As I once did,

Within its convenient borders.

All attempts to stay there

Would prove to be DELETERIOUS.

Trying to revive former milestones,

I merely AMASSED current woes. 

All its deceptive MATERNAL imagery

Is merely a camouflage,

And an attempt to hide its ACERBIC reality.



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