What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 18

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The Concrete Jungle

By Jordan Abbit

Snakes slither past through the crowded corridors lined with the homes of bags and books.

The hustle of hasty footsteps echo through the hills of the concrete jungle.

Futures are determined here, it will make you

or break you.

Letters and numbers race to stand

Waiting

The thunderous drone deafens the deepest of thoughts.

Back to the beige cookie cutter confinement, some full of knowledge

Some full of nothing.

The final tone sounds.

A river of steel rages on as the concrete jungle is left

Abandoned