My Temporary Home

The walls shake with passing cars,

a stark reminder of life's fragility.

They lean precariously, threatening to fall

under the weight of winter's rain, snow, and wind.

In the summer, the heat is unbearable.

It feels like I've stepped into an oven

with temperatures well over 30°C even in the shade.

Everything is melting in its destructive path,

from chocolate and soap to my very own face.

It's like I'm connected to every monster imaginable,

drowning in hell for breaking some sacred rule.

Because existing here is akin to witnessing the world's end,

seen through a warped and distorted lens,

fuelled by past desires

that toy with me on multiple levels…

…“I thought you liked blueberries?”…

…Ignorance intertwined with love,

hate with anger, and a sprinkle of hope.

To purify this polluted atmosphere,

and awaken to an inner state

of nourishing consciousness.

Forging my path toward genuine pride

by conquering this unwelcome burden,

and being able to declare that I've lived

my life to the fullest.

To shed this imposed perspective

filled with lurking threats,

ready to strike when I'm not looking.