The Burdening City

A poem

Reece Beckett
Sep 19 · 1 min read
Photo taken by the author.

Paranoid, I can’t walk through these streets beside me anymore

A man taps his ashes on me, hope my ashes come to more

Judgemental eyes, missed mellow byes,

Chased yellow highs to my demise,

I just can’t breathe when I go outside