I wake to the miserable sounds in the distance.
No peace, not here at least,
only steel thunder tumbling on cement.
These odd creatures that wake only to continue a life of pain.
No true breath lays entwined with such rubble,
such filth.
A fake existence,
one not worth partaking in.
I place my hand on the cold doorknob and slowly turn it to the right.
An awful stench fills the air.
The smell of dump trucks on their way to the land fill.
The land that used to flourish, stretching for days.
A day that came where humans forgot about the earth,
but I am not of their kind.
I am alone.
We are all alone and not everyone can see it.
I step out onto the porch and into the concrete jungle for the last time!
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I like the way you write. I write a lot, but not in complete stories. This project we are working on has been a challenge for me to write an essay. Again I would like to comment that I particularly liked your timing and cuts in the video you showed in class.
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