As the room turns dark
Stars losing its spark
Dreams begin to decade
Slowly they too begin to fade
Surroundings not withstanding
They too are fading
People are quickly forgotten
From a bright world they have come
Into a void they have gone
Hatreds are brewed
Discontent is abound
All the care in the world
Has gone aground
Confusion is abundant
But answers are redundant
Here he stood
Looking from the outside
At the inside
What has gone wrong
In this terrible room
Knowing Joy and laughter
Peace and tranquility
How can this be a possibility
Yet seeing this monstrosity
He wondered
How can this room have existed
In his perfect city
My second practice poem. Depends on how you look at it: someone losing so much they don’t see themselves anymore.
2007-07-20
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