A Feeling Forlorn

The screen emanates the feeling Pain seeping from the light Greeting all with fake yet warm smiles Bleeding through the air. Thick and relentless Pouring past a sea, crimson red. Breath taking and awe inspiring. It’s all there is in the candle light. A resourceful malice, taking all advantages. If you look carefully you can see the tears. Dripping there in the page, running down Vertical lines take hold and resuscitate Papers all in order. Can’t taste the sugar. Can’t taste the sweet, all that’s left is bitter Remnants of an old man lost in a shell Remnants of an shell emptied, nothing left inside. Dust in the wind, an obscene gesture Cuts in the page, turn back while there’s still time.