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.