Suffocation
Oh, Suburbia,
how I hate you.
The loud,
relentless,
barking of a dog,
daily gnawing at what is left of my soul.
Perturbing sounds of car doors slamming,
shattering,
even the last of my nerves.
You are choking me,
like a heartless machine made of cold steel.
And I am sick of it all.
Eyes and ears everywhere,
watching all,
listening,
to everything I say.
Voices,
mocking me with laughter and slander,
feeding on my fear and misery.
Sometimes, I hear the beautiful singing of birds;
a fresh breeze of air fills this place.
Then I remember,
it’s all an illusion.
Suffocation - an attempt at poetry
Last update: 6 June 2021