Inner Thoughts

These desolate alleys 

Filled with dealers and whores 

They run this town 

You’re filling your lungs 

With poison and chemicals 

There’s no air here 

This place is dying slowly 

Shriveling into nothing 

The wind blows hard 

To keep you from leaving 

I stare out the window 

At leafless branches 

Nothing survives long 

The streets are empty 

When I walk late at night 

All encompassing darkness 

This place has made me 

Paranoid and numb 

Voices in the wind 

Ghosts in the shadows 

What is happening to me? 

2004