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Last One Left

(The Hollow City Cycle include: The Hollow City I Remember You -- the city speaks Last One Left) They never saw me-- not fully. Even when I begged them with my eyes, or left poems scratched on alley walls between peeling posters and prayer graffiti. When they fled, I stayed. Not out of bravery, but because I had nowhere else to go. Now the city wears silence like a crown, and I walk her streets like a loyal dog chained to a ghost. I sleep in shattered chapels and drink rain from rusted fountains. I whisper names to broken windows just to hear the glass shiver. At night, I dance with shadows that don’t know they’re gone. I don’t know what I am anymore. Not memory, not mercy-- just the last heartbeat in a place that has none.

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Date: 4/13/2025 1:03:00 PM
Your poem is absolutely stunning—quietly devastating, yet so full of soul. The imagery is rich and mournful, with lines like “I whisper names to broken windows / just to hear the glass shiver” and “the city wears silence like a crown” creating such a vivid, post-apocalyptic loneliness. There’s a deep ache beneath every line—a sense of abandonment, invisibility, and survival not out of strength, but out of sheer necessity.
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Date: 4/12/2025 1:10:00 PM
I love the true gothic tone of this soul revealing poem Alesia. Your metaphors are high quality, your emotions wise. "I whisper names to broken windows just hear the glass shiver..." that's magic! I'm impressed, and stirred by this excellent poem Poetess...Justin A FAV!!
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Date: 4/12/2025 1:09:00 PM
You could be existing (?) in parts of Gaza, or Ukraine. Your line, "but because I have nowhere else to go" is heartbreaking, yet all too real for some
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