faint hearted masses
in this city of dreams
a yellow cabbed empire
that cases my screams
newspapper filled silence
a junkie to your needs
coffee-stained moments
of my vaporous deeds
a half saluted stature
flag pole to the ground
crawling in this stillness
a whisper without sound
architecture crumbling
into a city of sorrow
myriadical expectations
darkening my tomorrow
The idea was really good and the last stanza was really well written, i did like, but the second stanza needs work.i don't know it just didn't rub me well, i think the way it was worded. Have you actually ever been to manhattan?
Nicole.J.Burgesss