Urban Sickness Poem by Meghan

the u.v. light filters it's rays onto me, I've got seasonal affliction disorder and the sore need for sleep
the digital heart beat, the mechanical breath
vacant mindscape reels as each foot follows the escalator step
time share relationships, industrialized feelings
the post-developement concrete meets the glass ceiling
over-populated, understimulated, bored and eagerly frustrated
situated in the epicentre of a lifeless nation
elation is a foreign notion, as distant as the next forest or ocean
release me from this city grind, I'll unwind into the sea of my mind
and start swimming to save myself
there is much to be said about sanity and the condition of our collective mental health
I can't tell if it's the cloudcover, the fog or the smog, but the grey isn't lifting, the earth beneath my feet is shifting, the light is switching to green and I know it means I need to float away...