First Breath After Coma

This is my city, not my home
Under the shadow of the buildings that pierce the sky
I survive
But I do not live
The streets hold a suffocating silence that
Hides the true nature of the city
Were life to take hold of this concrete menace
A fiery demon would erupt from the ground
Shrieking with the voices of a million lives, in unison
Deafening those who have yet to be thrown into
The lifeless abyss
Yet, quiet sustains
Surviving these streets no longer phases me
Like the city, I have become lifeless
The rough, grainy surface of the streets has stripped me of
My innocence
Like an unassuming virgin raped in the back alleys of a city
Gone mad
But hope remains
Crawling through this seemingly eternal abyss
One learns that even the strongest walls can be broken
Trudging through the garbage and pollution, a breeze blows
Carrying the smell of fresh, crisp air
Though I am alone, I know there is another out there
Who can smell it too
This hope consumes me
One day this city will fall on itself; implode, and then…
Nothing
These buildings are temporary, like everything else.
I survive to live, but I cannot live to survive
I cannot break
This lifeless city is not my home