Words on a cracked wall

Red paint runs wild,

drips down cracked concrete,

letters half-formed, half-lost,

a message shouted and forgotten.

Black streaks slice through the chaos,

chaotic strokes bleeding urgency

into the city's broken skin,

a furious call no one quite hears.

The wall swallows meaning,

colors smear, dissolve,

a language fractured and raw,

like thoughts I can't quite catch.