City Planted

by Élisabeth Soubry
Arts & Culture Editor

Over worked, undercited,
Here I am, just city planted.

I run all day but get no exercise,
My brain is the one
who needs the energy drink.

I yearn for the forest,
the lakes and the mornings

when i can sit up in bed without screening
my wall for the latest news to fall.

I yearn for the silence and company of stars,

they understand me
as they burn outside as much
As I do on the inside.

And In this story, my mind has burnt out.

Take out your stone and let it cast a shout.
Lighting my fire is the thought of the things

that let me be me and not over think.

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