NY- stone and steel

Stone and Steel city I hear the echoes of your pain, the bleeding has stopped but a sting remains. You are a bastion of hope for the masses that come to see the city that embraces its people who live and work together to do what needs to be done.

Another skyscraper is erected piercing the blue sky above, below the people are hidden like miniscule bugs. Shadows mar the landscape in the twisted tangled streets as sunshine fights to seep through these pillars we create.

These daily subway rides suffocate me slowly; the air is stocked with heat and dirt. I along with my fellow riders emerge from the train station staircases like a herd of cattle being corralled to a course that seems predestined.

The towering buildings wait to hold us captive until the sun goes away for the day. Its steel buildings drive out any emotion, pumping stale air in to prevent any remembrance of the outside world.

I’m afraid I’ve forgotten how to breathe freely, I feel weaker and less steady on my feet.
A mind numbing daily routine powered by money and greed; altering the landscape along with our human condition. What is considered normal is unnatural.