The City
In a forest of dust, ash fills the air like morning fog
I wander in the city, stumbling and limping, trying to find my home
My shoe taps against the concrete floor, and the people stare
I cautiously stare back as I run into the depths of the city
The lights get dimmer and dimmer with each step
The bright lights of the car, the fading street lights
Amidst all this fear, I scream
I speedily turn around to see all who stare
In the middle of the city, hearing the murmurs of people
I collapse to the floor, feeling the unease of the city
I feel sick as something inside me compels me to act
Pulling myself up, I once again walk towards the fog and ash
I shove and push as crowds of people block my way
I trip and stumble as I venture deeper into this organic maze
Gossips of the people, the heaviness of my breath, a strange sense talks to me
I shake it off, going deeper and deeper into the city
At last, I reached a small house, the bricks darkened by age
I enter, gait all stuttered, to finally seek some comfort
The house is small, alone, engulfed in darkness
I throw my heavy coat to the floor and turn the lights on
As I collapse on my bed, I feel something peering at me
I fear turning my head, but curiosity forces me
As I turn I can hear more murmurs and sounds
I look outside the window and see hundreds of prying eyes
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