losing my voice in a room full of noise
overflowing with violence
there’s silence on my tongue
breathing for this evening
tomorrow my throat will close
irritated to the point of sedation
but I’m not running home
sitting on a curb in a city I don’t know
unfamiliar with the buildings
the street urchins aren’t disgusting
there’s cleanliness in this
I’m used to diseased streets
this town isn’t a shit show
and I don’t feel at home
bar crawls used to be a gamble
the wrong corner or door could be death
you wandered an alley and came out unscathed
no clue how you managed to survive the next day
there was a time
there was a life
rough and disgusting
never, ever trusting
traffic lights or strangers in the night
there was a life
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