Outside

A poem.

Image by Tom Barrett, via Unsplash.

He woke up
in a pool of strange filth.
Dusted off his ragged shirt,
breathed in the stench of alcohol
and smoke
and stumbled over to the window, to open it.
The sounds of roaring engines
almost burst his eardrums,
people screamed below in the streets
the whole room started shaking
pipes were leaking, gas was seeping
into his lungs.
The streets were being swallowed alive,
and there was no hope left.