City Folk
Faces of different shades fill crowded streets.
Looks of dismay and depression,
Hope can be seen deep in their eyes.
Skin almost faded,
damaged from pollutants.
Broken spirits swarm the city air.
Clogged lungs make it hard to
breath,
speak,
scream.
Hearts grow cold,
but still beat with hope.
Surviving the torment,
Dreams become blurry.
Far from arms reach
Or the minds perception.
Time has taken its toll.
Yet, the will to press on is stronger
Than the voice signaling to give in.
For they know life is more complex,
With different layers yet to be seen.
So they press on passionately
walking,
strutting,
running,
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