I try to shrug it off

meticulously

the footprint of glances given by the blocks of flats

and alleys whispering

this town wants to push me out

drag me through the dusty deserted streets,

glass ceilings and houses

they hide their faces,

only laughing when I land on my knees

in submission.

exhaustion builds up gradually

as a marathon with an unknown destination

wearing you out

uncompromisingly,

the hot stained air forces the lungs to

deflate faster

the piles of concrete and metal depress me

but I need to drag myself through

the next couple of miles and hours.

a fractured bone of a railway,

long-abandoned outside my apartment window.

across on the street.

life is right here but I don’t feel it

hollow and grey  

so hostile and literal  

my lack of belonging is laughed at

hysterically.

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