Poetry #76: Four Walls

Locked in these four walls

Does anyone percieve these silent screaming calls?

Days don’t seem to mean anything anymore

That’s lost in the muffled past of the old world folklore

Time has lost it’s meaning

Days lost in translation, intervening

Dreams echo in my psyche

The real world is shiveringly spiky

My flowers are wilting

Emotions tilting

Sinking into mundane

The world around seems insane

Media manipulation

Contortions of concentration

The masses brainwashed

Day after day brains sloshed

Here I am

Melting into the sofa

Sitting in the same place

In this physical case

The old world will never come back again

Not that we wanted it to remain the same

In a society that sets us up for failure

With leaders spiritually immature

The future remains uncertain

An aura of mystery lies behind the curtain.

-DiosRaw 17/01/21 10:59AM

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