Light filters through the heavy blinds

Faint light, sickly light

Hope deprived,pale

and useless.Weak

Lights upon wasted life

The miserable.The tear stained.

Unopened windows guard musty air

Shadows lurk,spiders weave

Their crafty webs in a vacant mind

Insipidity reigns, air drained

Of freshness,of color

Life lay suffocated,muses hang

From their necks,from crooked branches

Wringed of all goodness,happy memories

Dissapointment lurks here,nothing disperses

The loneliness of mind,no intellectual companionship

No inspirations.Life lay


In dog-eared books

Wings singed.


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