A poem on the theme of “echo”


The alarm didn’t go off this morning
I’m still curled up in my duvet
my silvery hair all tangled up
I like the feel of the velvet
so soft and cosy
The light peeking through the curtain
telling me to get up and start my day
I used to be a busy lady
getting up at the crack of dawn
I even used to burn the midnight oil
Our town used to be the jealous of everyone
as we have enough jobs for everyone
I could still hear the echoing of different factories
Our town looks like a ghost town now
no jobs, no class and no future

For: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges 2017



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