the sounds I'm feeling
aren't described by words
I can't
put them down, or even just
experience them properly
I feel too old to say "you wouldn't get it"
but you clearly don't seem to
and it's at the point
where i don't even want to bother explaining
the city
this place
this entire area
everything that comes with it, everyone that comes in it
means nothing to me now
i have nothing here
i am nothing here
it's at the point where im barely a person
let alone someone from somewhere
this just isn't home. It isn't
and nothing has caused this feeling in particular
but i do not feel the connection
and i do not feel the attraction to elsewhere
maybe a change of scenery is nice
maybe a change of anything would be good
maybe I just need to leave for a month
or a week
or a fucking day
I don't know
but this means nothing to me
anymore
i am not Toronto
i am not Amman
i am not San Francisco
i am not Pittsburgh
i am nothing
i have nothing
i come from nothing
and I will never feel at home
YOU ARE READING
fallen leaves and zebra prints
PoetryA collection of bad poems (again.) "you can't be that desperate" is a collection of my older poems. My newer ones will go on here.
