top of page
  • Writer's pictureArtful Alternatives

Isolated by Concrete - A Poem

In a midnight street in New York City, 2020.

The street lights gathered their pools on the pavement.

People used to dance here.

We used to dance here.

Mindless pirouettes in circles of orange and white.

A crisp concrete insulation from the earth under our feet.

A solid base which held us in place.

Yet a spiraling numbness existed.

As if waiting for a catalyst to break us apart.

We were robots dancing in the streetlights.

Blinded by the lights.

Then the music stopped.

What next?

32 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Leaves thrive at their greenest In the final light of day. Bouncing vibrancy as if excited Suckling the last moments of sun Stretching themselves gloriously Appreciating rays gone by But lifting their

Open is hard when I'm continually hiding Finger prints left on my arms Bruises from holding me down Shame so deeply embedded inside. Unable to look at my own eyes in my mirror. Open is hard when panic

bottom of page