Glass and Steel
In now "Lonely LA" a city once so bright,
A city where dreams and stars once align,
Hope Street lies barren, an ironic sight,
Where once thrived life, now echoes silence's sign.
Tall high rises stand, but void of their soul,
Glass towers reflecting an empty street,
A thoroughfare once full, now a hollow role,
A path of dreams, now echoes of defeat.
The fear of illness, like a ghostly hand,
Has swept away the bustle and the noise,
Leaving behind a surreal, quiet land,
A scene devoid of life's usual poise.
Yet in this stillness, a lesson so clear,
In hope, LA will find the strength to persevere.