The City (Still) Stands

Written by: Hannah Tayla Sampson

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The City (Still) Stands

the city stands bare under foreboding clouds. its hovering presence suffocating, pressing down on me.

i stand alone in this graven city in a state of anguish and self-pity hunched over by

detritus.

Your words, those whispering wicked winds insidiously thrashing the streets swirling around and around leaves of thoughts, echo in the alleys of my mind.

Your actions catapulted on the walls like graffiti. I tried scrubbing them off, but the outlines remain.

When I shut my eyes the city cripples in darkness, Your words blind me like white light in the night. Today I felt a slither of sunlight. Its ray fell thick and warm and golden on the barren grounds of my mind. Tomorrow, something green will grow.