What is this strange world I find myself in
windblown with a breath that has sanitized
but left some after odor which makes me nauseous
where sunrises are like calcium deficient eggshells
and sunsets are like watered down wine
and none of the faces I see on any street
know me
why do I feel like a runaway slave
escaped into a foreign land
where none of the art speaks to me
and the animals ignore me off hand
where the body language I encounter
is as much an enigma as the voices
and I’m stared at like a pitiful ghost
who has lost its ticket to heaven
where is my home in this godforsaken place
where my want has made me a threat
and the sky has lost its color
and I can’t find fresh water anywhere
and love is nothing more than a novelty
and death has its stamp on everything
and the mirror won’t look back at me
because it doesn’t see me anymore
©06.09.2018 ebn
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