Maybe the World Is Not a Very Narrow Bridge
The song of a distant lullaby comes from a place of longing...
The song of a distant
lullaby comes from a place
of longing for a better world, conjugating
syllables for bonding, trying
to hope you do have friends as
your tears fall under the Manhattan stars
hoping
it was true, not left behind
as apparently Brooklyn does to people.
But to the light we sang
To the darkness we bowed
To the dawn we touched hands
To the midnight we closed our eyes
To the twilight we leaned our heads.
The break dancers do their same routine
and the homeless continue to play chess
until long in the early morning
Empire State one color a night
indecisive of its life in lights
too far for her to decide if she's blind.
About the Creator
Gabriella Mayer
I’m a recent college graduate who got a BA in Comparative Literature and Creative Writing at New York University. Avid reader and book hoarder from a young age, poetry keeps me sane. My full writing portfolio: clippings.me/gabriellamayer.
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