Literature
The City
From this vantage point, the world is upside down.
A fantastical uprising of my beloved concrete jungle falling up, into the sky.
And it what cool blue, like an ocean dotted with islands.
Never has the sky lanes filled my envy so.
Down here in my own recesses, I can feel the cool concrete.
Its icy facade my only relief from the burning torments of life.
A rhythm of steady beats, the marching of feet.
Stop and go, it never pauses not even slows.
I feel it in my veins, stomping along, choked away by holes in the system.
This mass of iron sprawling over the ground, a once proud edi