Survive The Jungle

Why do I endure?
The concrete jungle.

It overwhelms,
I am a colourless drone
within its walls,
of grey and glass.

The sun beats down,
merciless upon the
man-made structures,
that diminish my existence.

Rubbish lines the streets,
human and inanimate.
Permanent reminders
that I try to ignore.

The fragrant fumes
of ruthless production,
engulf me until I
can no longer breath.

I am surrounded by the
yawning black abyss,
of empty minds,
wrung out by the day.

Soulless eyes
that never connect.
I am alone
amongst the multitude.

Then suddenly I stumble,
upon a pocket of inspiration.
It lets me know
that I am alive.