Overgrown
Outwardly I love the outdoors
Internally I hold resentment
I hate the loneliness
Despise the isolation
Loathe the alienation
From the rest of humanity
There is no escape
As one is incapable of flight
15 minutes to the nearest business
And 15 more to public transport
I mutter to myself
As I wander this overgrown weed
That some refer to
as a garden
Copyright © Auden Marrin | Year Posted 2020
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