A Glance into the Bleak Horizon

Title: A Glance into the Bleak Horizon

Dismal were the hopes, for real estate in the City,
2023 offered no solace, not even to the wealthy,
Prosperity drained away, a devastating sight,
Leaving fortunes shattered, dreams blown out of sight.

Another year dawns, bringing no respite,
2024, a mirror of despair with no end in sight,
Coldwell Banker’s verdict rings clear and true,
The woes of the market, our doubts just grew.

Once blooming with life, Manhattan’s high-rises stand,
Empty and desolate, a ghost town in demand,
The buzz of buyers faded, a cruel twist of fate,
New York’s allure tarnished, an uncertain state.

The skyline tells tales of a waning grandeur,
Once a symbol of wealth, now a fading luster,
The streets that once bustled, a forlorn spectacle,
An echo of a vibrant past, now feeble and wrecked.

Prominent neighborhoods, where luxurious abodes reside,
Now wounded, battered, and hard-pressed to find,
Buyers flee to greener pastures, a distant place,
Leaving behind empty mansions, a symbol of disgrace.

Yet, amidst the gloom, a flicker of hope unfurls,
Resilience kindles, a spirit that endures,
For New York’s heart beats strong, it refuses to break,
Rebirth is imminent, a future it shall make.