It's concerning indeed,
Yet I still refuse to concede,
The city has fallen,
Yet we still remain,
The solitude alone is enough to be insane,
Oh but the pain,
It's all about that fallen city,
And those left behind,
They are all short on time,
As the city crumbles so does their morality,
In the end it's their fatality,
Yet it all started when the city began to fall,
Once on top of the world,
Now here at the bottom,
How many do you think we're crushed as it fell,
I tell you this so many none can really tell,
All we know is that the city is fallen and the people left behind,
Look back now and ponder this on your mind,
Will you remind?
Remind yourself,
This city's falling down one brick at a time.
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Solitary days and humble nights
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and short story's Book 1