Free-dumb

My fears hand clenched around my throat

My thoughts bottled

My feelings buried

My dreams stagnant

My mind running

I stand still amongst this world spinning,

packed in moving metal trains, all genders, all cultures

Adults and children

Some beggars

Stench of weed

Poverty blinders, gold teeth

Laced up clean Jordan’s

One speaks “dey ain’t “

A few knod out, liquid legal high

Methadone.. all packed in this metal structure, different stories

One thing in common

Oppressed.

-Sine Nomine

*Commute Thoughts