I am a City.
Vivid.
Strong.
Taking all the footsteps,
One by one,
Tire tracks burning my face,
And all the nothing people
Will soon take me to be.

I think of all my pitted surfaces
Broken again and again,
Hastely mended each time
So they could only break me again.

I feel the fire,
Trembeling rock,
And jets of water pounding against my pores.
The nothing I will soon be is fast approaching.

I slowly fall,
Unnoticed and uncared for.

Bit by bit,

THUMP.

A crew to fix me.

THUMP.

A little glue here and there.

THUMP.

Some cement should make it alright.

They walk by ,
Seeing me fall apart
They tell me to pull myself together,
And I give them a small nod.

But I cant anymore.
All the cracks have gone too deep this time,
For a little glue to fix me.

But I have to.
I’ve done it for a while now
Haven’t I?