Mixed Up Realities Poem by Zechariah Macon

I HATE it
beacause
it is just too dull
the words are
just so fake
and i
(can't find
the right words
to say)
know how the
cities burn
and people
freeze
and death
comes to people
who breathe
stale
air
funny how
the same
air has
been suffocating
me
for a long
time now
no matter
the fresh
air
i am
a fish
out of water
burning under
the sun
(is this
the
weight?)
and despite
all my
little wisdoms
i can't
seem to
find
a way to
sleep.

it has been
raining a lot
on me lately