The wall’s paint,
same color as people’s hope.
in, lost in clouds of smoke.
Permanent as graffiti and urine lakes
hovering inside project gates
it stays in the air,
continues to float.
Empty Heineken bottles
grow out of staircases.
Walking up the steps, eyes stare
out of cracked opened doors. Never to see their faces.
A baby’s cries echoes through the hallway skies.
Magic marker memorials of everyone in the projects who dies.
Outside the broken window, worn out sneakers hanging
from cable wires by their laces.
A single mother off at work,
her two children sit in a dark corner and blaze.
Trying her hardest to get out, but gets stuck
in society’s economic maze.
Walking through the hallways are family, friends, foes.
The flickering bulb finally blows. Those
long never ending
Humming Eternity By Jasen Sousa (Written During Emerson College Era)