Published in The Feast by Tobi Brun, 2024
Running faster breathing louder
Footsteps pounding in my ears
The earth I strike turns to powder
I breathe it in to clear my fears
I know I’m leaving I know I’m gone
I will leave this world behind me
I’ll make myself more than a simple pawn
And I won’t stand to marinate in apathy
My skin is cracked my hair brittle
The water in this place is noxious
My origins here have made me little
And I think everyone in this town is unconscious
So this is why I’ve chosen to leave
Why I’ve decided to launch myself anywhere far
I want to find a home in which I can believe
I want to find a home that I know will not scar
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