Pipe Dreams

I was the byproduct

of my environment

Polluted and disoriented

Rough concretes

and twisted lead that make up

cluttered saclike captivities

that we burrow in

We call it home

although it is just a house

There are no fond memories here

Only bullet paved windows

and exhausted blinds

voices that shatter

and bound us to our floorboards

You told me the only hope that existed

lies in the sky

That dark abyss

It holds no hope

not a shred of belief

even those deities didn’t believe you

they laughed when they took you

Cried when I found comfort in it

sobbed while I was filled with warmth

Now I am provenance