Bleak Existence

Window panes are not transparent anymore Rays of light have to strive harder to come in Although uninvited, few blank spots do relent Once the windows reflected clarity and happiness Now stained with sighs of perpetual melancholy The four walls tired of echoing the daily narratives Decrepit and flaky walls portray weariness Creaky wooden floors abhor the daily footsteps Voicing their displeasure through the cracks The … Continue reading Bleak Existence