Adolescence
Trapped in his own asylum
Letting fumes take hold of his lungs
Booze takes over his brain
Like a video control game.
Midnight thoughts
Rake at his mind
Like jubilation
Being exiled.
He stares at a wall
Stops consuming death.
Everything freezes.
A moment in time
And all hope slips out the window.
This poem is about:
My community
Our world