Poem

So Antiquated by MwsR

The room can get cold

Even with its familiar ways

Too little effort can be given any time of day

Voices repeat what they’ve heard before

Time to close the chapter on the open door

Rest for the body

Repeat for the mind

Nothing is ever too gentle or too kind

Life stops for only short brief pauses

Then it falls back in line

There can be so much push from behind

Strangely things will appear

First in a moment of silence, then through the tears

Have we not lived to love?

Has our hearts not been enough?

Tranquil, thinking for a spell

We all pretend, we know how to so well.

No judges, because there are no saints

Just people who live life, so quaint

Forgetting the struggles for a mere measure of time

But still, they are not blind

They just chose the path

Stay away from the wrath

And swallow happiness like they swallow air

It soaks into their skin,

Ever so often.