The cities began to be too much
back to the cave, where I am alone
the caves we build for ourselves,
to steel ourselves against, are nerves
and tingling anxiety
you must feel some anxiety, as i feel it,
a girl next to me asks for a drink
Life has overwhelmed her,and that's okay
I relate,my nerves get shot too dude
and I am told about yoga and deep breathing,
while I just want to sleep through the mornings, yet
money must be made
for what?
I don't know?
Yet, food is nice,
I guess
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Terrific poem, Damion. Our urban landscape is one of caves. To be sure, they are poured concrete, zoned and regulated, but they are caves to satisfy our most basic physical needs. What you raise is the issue of the urban cave failing to tend to the inner needs. When that becomes crucial, retreat within! A great, thought-provoking work, Damion.