A siren chirps at city towers.
At street level in a high brow city great pressure is felt on the eyes
from the dead weight of stone faced buildings that block out the sky.
Eyes up, chin up, I walk as tall trying to figure out why
they stand and exhale a power which pretends a desire of this life.
At street level, wry headstones impress concrete feelings to eyes
which lower as I confess a dislike of the buildings who refuse to share the sky.
They answer with growls.
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Great imagery!
really well written, with imagery empowered to bring to life the nightmare ghouls, of city life..
thank you for choosing to share
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