I can’t keep running away.
My legs are tired from this,
my head is hurting;
I need to find rest to get well again.
I stop at an abandoned building.
Have I seen this place before?
My memory recalls: big mansion, demolished windows — not a thing here is tidy.
In a dream, or maybe in a movie?
The walls depict a past destruction.
The rotting smell sickens me —
the heavy air presses down like plates ...
