I'm There

I can't hear the music
Over the cars and the sirens.
I can't smell the rain or the lilies,
For the stench of the city
Pollutes my nose.
I can't see green
Because there's so much
Black and grey in the way –
Skyscrapers and clouds alike.
I can't taste the coffee
That passes through my lips.
Time has desensitised me,
And robbed me of that single pleasure.
I can't touch the world –
And let's face it, who'd want to touch the world
When or –
if it's made of spikes.
Pricking the skin of your fingers
Like rose thorns.
It may be pretty to look at,
Or smell beautiful,
But it never loses the ability
To hurt if it wants to.