Overcast sky,
luminous lights.
Kinetic energy,
Silhouette heights.
Livestock rushing,
around in the heat.
Camera’s clicking,
rushing to Wall street.
Broadway symphony,
TV colours explode.
A Yellow blur of taxis,
fight for the road.
Skyscrapers standing,
proud, side by side.
No sense of direction,
only intuition as my guide.
(Part of my poetry portfolio – first draft)
Emma-Jane Barlow is a 30 year-old author, poet, writer and autism advocate from the UK. She has been writing poetry since the age of seven and finds comfort in writing about her life experiences. She has two published books and is currently working on a third.
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