I am caged and I am burden – we are living in the ruins of the crowned century – the decade of the downcast with the tension of time



You were my home but I am building an empire from the cold concrete
The flowers on the edge of the sidewalk are now part of my street
I’m still rising but without water or air I cannot complete

Stop suffocating me


I stared blankly at the wall
I don’t know why

Whether it is my eyes, my brain or heart
that is giving up

Maybe it is just my whole body
tired of this rainy day in may