The City

• Anureet Kaur, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2022

The running city never seemed to stop.
Each day the city
filled itself up with laughter.
Only after some time, my eyes could manage to adjust to its vague lights.

The beaming lights that could be seen from afar,
rested, forming a layer just beneath the open skies.
The howls of the wind weren’t enough,
to bring the dazzling lights down in such a way.

The midnight sky sweeps above the city that barely rested,
and a mosaic of glittering lights flashes on the horizon.
The moon was completely encircled by the clouds, whilst
it struggled to retain its shine across the city lights.

The city remained alive,
its congested highways and glowing streets,
pulsed constantly with one massive heartbeat.
It never slept nor would its light ever fade away.