Day7
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She walked to the door of emptiness
Her spirit is weary and tired
Looking through the side of her windowpane
She reckoned to call it a night
Her home is thousands of miles away
How she misses their kisses and smile
But she carries on and lives day by day
Making each day worth her while
She lives with a pair of zombies
And a neighborhood of varied worlds
A pair—
Who sleeps in her early morn
But wakes by the time she snooze
Neighbors—
Breathing with nameless faces
As she watched them come and go
And back at the windowpane, her eyes closed,
When the sun shines in the morrow
She vowed,
She’ll start anew.


I live oceans away from home, amidst the concrete jungle and city lights. But no matter how lively this city may be, I still crave for those peaceful nights back at home. This is the story of my life, oh well, the story of most of my nights. Here’s for Day 7 Writing 201 task. 🙂

Prompt: Neighborhood
Form: Ballad
Device: Assonance

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