Uproots Poem by Nicholas Barrientes

Gentle, yet all choked up in a tank-like vessel;
A mess to clean up, a pressure crack in the trestles.
Step back! From the outside, eyes locked within.
So now numbness invites my heart to the wind.
Drowning, I fell in with no knowledge to swim.
Down in my spirit, my cries soak in gin.
If there's a voice, then let the talking begin;
This town is blocking my ability to give.
It's like poking a scab that's infected the skin;
Living among lights in the City of Sin.

But home is distant in this land at hand,
For I did not hail from this city turned bad.
I come from a place, it sits by the sea;
Abolished of hate, an Emerald city.
Energy force within me, it resides there.
It's paired along with my childhood cares;
A while it's been, I wish to go there,
For the scab starts to itch when I am stuck in nowhere.