Let me just start of by saying that I wrote this in the middle of the second lockdown but that I only built up the confidence to publish it. Enjoy!
The city is now full of desolate streets
People gone for the day
Perhaps for the year
And nobody cares
The buses are empty
The commuters are gone
What used to be millions
Is now zero and none
What if the city could think
What if the streetlights could talk
Would they talk with each other
Or would they silently watch
What do two streetlights say
How will they understand
That the city is dying
That the homes will collapse
What if alleys had feelings
Would they cry at the sight?
Of nobody there
In the day, not the night?
Where are humans, they wonder
They are all stuck inside
When will this be over?
When will people see light?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryhello, this is my lil collection of poetry! currently haven't got many, but ill add more when i write some. i'm very self-conscious, so please constructive criticism only ツ
