The MallA Poem by FlaLoverDescriptive words of a scene...with a twist
I’m standing in the food court on the second floor at the local mall looking over the railing. It’s the beginning of December and the mall is busy.
Signs everywhere showing sales and discounts offered to attract shoppers. Christmas music is playing the overhead sound system. Every business inside the mall as well as the corridors, escalators, bathrooms, seating areas, and the parking lot are beautifully decorated. Santa Claus and his elves have a photography booth in the main corridor. Anyone who wishes can have their picture taken Ole Saint Nick. So many people here.. young and old; parents and children; family and friends; married and single; some are rushing and some are casually strolling; some know exactly what they want to purchase and some are browsing, hoping to find the “perfect gift”. Sounds of laughter and murmured voices fill the huge building . Some adults are pushing strollers and some are carrying children. Some people are holding hands and some have their arm around someone. Most everyone are smiling and one can see their excitement and happiness. All of these aspects give the atmosphere an electrifying energy. I stand motionless as I observe and absorb my surroundings. In my mind I repeatedly ask myself one question: “why do I feel alone and empty?”. © 2025 FlaLover |
StatsAuthorFlaLoverPowder springs , GAAboutI have been a "closet writer" for a long time and I wanted I would share some of my thoughts. I am not a published writer. My writings are inspired by my own experiences. more..Writing
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