Analysis of Maribel Ellis

In this city,
No one reads anymore,
No one lingers
Long enough to browse.
They're too busy
With their own tales,
Running down the streets,
Chasing ghosts.
And so,
She remains untouched,
Her pages unturned,
A protagonist waiting
For her chance
To come alive.
But who knows
When that day will come,
In this city
That never sleeps,
In this world
That no longer reads?