City of Dreams, to some maybe. To me, not. The cacophony is overwhelming. Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge is a reminder of what we once were. The memories smother me. Desolate. Lonely. Inconsolable. That is all that is left of me since you have gone. In a city filled with people, I am alone.
City of dreams, to some maybe. To me, not. I place one foot in front of the other until I reach the edge. Spreading my arms out, I am free and kiss the cool blue that greets me.
City of dreams, to some maybe. To me, not.
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drabble- n. a story written in exactly 100 words.
An excellent drabble, I could feel the atmosphere in the written word.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Powerful. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteNicely done. I need to work on a few drabbles myself. Expand my writing horizons.
ReplyDeleteStephen Tremp
Thanks Yvonne.
ReplyDeleteI had written this piece shortly after my brother died three years ago. I was feeling quite down and the city surrounding me did little to console me.
I have a different take on it now and may write a drabble from a different perspective.
Thanks Rosie C.
ReplyDeleteStephen, you definitely should write some drabbles. It often helps when I have writer's block with my current work in progress.
Wow. This takes me back. Living in the city, surrounded by people, yet confined to my own "closet" of a world...
ReplyDeleteSome days I miss it.
HC- I know exactly what you mean. That desolation is truly befuddling when residing in a largely populated area.
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