There isn't

[ewq1938]

There isn't

I live in the center,
and be merely a renter
looking for a change
a way to re-arrange,
but am no experimenter.

Alone on the block,
my house like a rock,
the middle of towns
weighted with sounds,
but the voices don't talk.

I sit in this room
to admire it's gloom
It's all in a place
slow fading from grace
in a childhood's tomb.

There is my chair,
It's ragged but fair.
No one sits in
so it is written:
The seat of despair.

There is my table
willing and able,
upon nothing will rest
from diligent guest,
but their slaved soul.

Drained is the stove
men have not hove
pieces of cord.
Could not afford
the warmth I strove.

Foolish are skinny,
their food is in thee.
Their hoping to find
someone who's kind,
but there isn't any.

For children, no fun,
the work's never done.
They labor above,
working for love
but there is, none.

The elders are many,
clutching their penny.
They're trying to save
hopes from the grave,
but there isn't any.

The sun doesn't show
& the flowers don't grow.
Down are the trees,
death in the breeze,
yet the wind doesn't blow.

There isn't in catacombs,
where the emptiness roams.
The hallways, caves.
Our beds are graves,
but we build our own homes.

 

[afishamongmany]

Oh dear! ewq, I hope this doesn't represent how you're feeling these days?

Go well
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[ewq1938]

I wrote it decades ago after having gone through a difficult time. It's funny how when you are happy even the things around you seem happy, but when you are sad it's like all those things are sad as well.