There is nothing left on this desolate road, filled with despair and torment.

Black mist above our heads as we traverse aimlessly for safety. The few that have found it are hiding out here.

The city of elevated rooms, rising above the ground. Inside are people, people hurt, people sick, people hungry, people sad. The rooms are hazardous, the winds howls outside and along the metal wall. It’s cr...

Too much screeching

Relations to no cause

They just keep crowding

They jump with applause

No recognition

Though do I deserve it

Numbers show determination

Though numbers are not fit

I feel empty deep down

I could just be starved

Maybe not, says I, the clown

Crowned as jokester, elderly carved

I feel tired, take me home

I suggest to sleep earlier

I need to speak, but I’m alone

Oh I’m such a worr...

Mustn’t we know what they bring upon us

We slaved for supposed wealth

When we yell, they wonder of the fuss

When we yell, we yell for help

We are tired of the purgatory

Too much work, too little fed

For we starve and left for dead

No one is expurgatory

We are still so young

Yet became aged

Some smoke their lungs

Some savor their days

Some work to support

Some ruthlessly drink

We’re shaken to ou...

Sitting back, taken back

I can learn, learn, learn

I’m still not a winner

For friends, I have yet I lack

No talks last a second

A second when I’m leading

I mess up, the demons are feeding

I’m nervous of faults, I reckon

“I’m not confident enough for this”

I write in the corner

Not confident enough for life

I must learn to be laid-backed

Yet it is just so hard

So hard when I write in the corner...

I hide in my room, resting in the bed

I’m hungered, I need to be fed

I’m thirsty, I need a drink

I’m depressed, I need to leave

Wasting away in this dim room

A breeze slugs in, imitating this gloom

I looked to my side, as the wind blows

Through that window that won’t close

Marching to the window

My feet dragging, my head low

I shove it down, to give it a shot

As I look down at the parking lot

I...

Jake parked his car in the lot and made his way to the door. The restaurant wasn’t the most popular place in town, but they were still open, everyday of the week. The neon sign atop the entrance door was turned on and lit up just about the whole of the restaurant’s perimeter. There was a bench in front of the restaurant, it was dirty and was often just there for the homeless or anyone having a rou...

I go to leave the day shift

But a noise interrupts

I hear a crying on my trip

I went almost numb

The crying was gut-wrenching

To me and my heart

Though I went to soften their denting

I witnessed a high in their cards

I walked away with distain

Not encouraging those who are smug

In a world of phones, you must refrain

Because attention is a hell of a drug...

I sit idle, in despair

On my fallen, broken chair

It’s quiet enough for the mind

For the mind to wonder if it’s kind

I’ve waited patient for something

For the door to ring

For the house to be cleaned

To convince myself, I wasn’t mean

The door has rung

I nearly broke a lung,

Working to get up

God I looked dumb

At the door was my Mom

She made me feel calm

My depression met a four-leaf clover

A...

Days begin to slow waste away

Waiting for more time

More time that’s bound to decay

And then there’ll be less to find

I think back to the times I once had

Though they felt long ago

Those times made me quite glad

Now they just sadden, proving I’m alone

Preschool felt like ions looking back

People then pushing me to take new steps

Now we’re horrid and walking a black cat

Our pockets won’t stop bu...

We could care less

About any sort of thing

For causing a mess

Was not too deadening

We’d jump and play

While our parents seldom watch

We’d stay happy and gay

Still the parents march

Soon, when I’d grown

I poked fun and jest

I found that I was lone

And that was the rest

I reached eighteen

When I was left to survive

The experiences I was making

Were never, never too kind

I sat in my apartment

W...