Sitting in a lonely corner
Small children with there dolls
Stealing and stabbing, they played
Sitting in a lonely corner
Preteens on their phones
Not glancing up
There whispers are saying something
That they want to pass quickly
Parents screech but they don't hear
Sitting in a lonely corner
Teenagers breath into a death machine
When they breath out, there is no regrets
They pierce there ears and call there parents names nobody will take back
Parents screech but they don't hear
Sitting in a lonely corner
Adults sink
Smelling the chemicals, like it's regular oxygen
Parents screech but they don't hear
The parents are gone now
Sitting in a lonely corner
They watch the children play
Braided hair with there partner they teach them how to read
Sitting in a lonely corner
Money runs out of stock
Ship there children away
In a cardboard box, they stop
Stop and wonder what they did or if they could do something to the world
Sitting in a lonely corner
Other elderlies come
Stomping there feet and screaming
They still sat there
In that lonely corner
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
