In lonely streets that drip with cacophonic silence
She walks, slips, walks, slides, shuffles,
Mumbles beneath a cold grey umbrella-sky.
Lights blink dimly from reflected stores, bright flashes
Of cars screaming down city-scapes in a wet grimace.
There's nowhere to go
But down these shadow-alleys of
Lost cats and homeless wrecks in damp boxes,
She wishes
She was free like them.
Her shoes and the sky are alike-
Filled with rain.
She trudges on, dead ended,
In a patchwork of no-go streets
Where nothing happens except those cars,
Splashing through the gutter puddles,
And the people, grey faced and hollow eyed,
Wishing, as she is, for something more.
Somewhere else to go, something else to be
Than trapped,
In a grim world of wet newspaper,
Discarded and blowing in a dirty breeze
And cold, hard windows,
With no way out.
Author notes
'First day of school blues'
1. Picture Prompt. Credit for artwork to Asuka111 (deviantart, link: http://asuka111.deviantart.com/art/Colorless-63243422)
I guess it made me think of those enormous grey cities or towns where there seems to be nothing to do at all, nowhere to go, no way out. Those places that should be bright and luminous and full of life, but are only gritty and depressing. I live in one. I should know XD
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Comments
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beautiful as always
ohhh i like it!
nice nice nice.
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Nicely done. You have chosen words well to show the perfect dismal setting to go with thoughts of urban lonliness and despair.
In a grim world of wet newspaper,
Discarded and blowing in a dirty breeze
And cold, hard windows,
With no way out.
These lines in particular remind me of my own city experiences.
Very well done.
Mike
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