And who will fight for you

And who will fight for your piece of solitude?

That precious territory, now scarred

Tainted

With unnecessary neon signboards

S C R E A M I N G

for attention/pity/decadence/sex

And it didn't used to be this way

You remember the contentment

of tracing

your little footsteps to

where you were from.

The blissful ignorance that came with the breeze

And the silence wafting through the air

I saw your eyes that day

They were pregnant with anxiety

Oh, how I wish I could help

Reach out, touch your cheek,

listen to you

but you will utter the same lines

Over and

Over

Why did I let them in?

And now, who will fight for me?