By Mihika Agrawal
In these concrete jungles
In these empty parking lots
I stand beneath solid concrete trees.
The world seems to flicker and fade
As they tower above me.
Inside these little artificial worlds
In static life we exist
We float between our struggles
And this empty make-do bliss.
I am surrounded by fiery red eyes
There’s a stutter in my teeth
The air around me seems to cry
And I wonder why I can’t breathe.
Inside these plastic places
Wasted withering we stand
There’s no life on our faces
But neon lights our land.
In these eerie alleys
I walk through to home
Only to switch on the lights
And find everybody gone.
In these concrete jungles
Writhing wilting we fear
We pass by eternity
Thinking our end is near.
