Black and white
And a thousand shades of gray
An old silent film set
Daguerreotype clouds
Blurred in decay
A low hum fills
Monotonous skies
With unease and worry
All too familiar
Yet somehow different here
Industrial landscapes
Suburban cacophony
Un-American dreaming
Nothing you haven't seen
But shrouded in something blank
Touches of life erased
A portrait that has aged
The ruins of creatives
Long since gone from here
Packing their colors
Wasted on this desolation
It hasn't always been this way
The locals claim
Pale indistinguishable cogs
In a rote machine
Reminisce on times before
When the world had spirit,
Had some sort of soul
Now depraved faces drooping
Forgetting how to hope
Stuck in a grayscale hellscape
No longer fighting it
Neither content nor depressed
Simply mindless
A shadow of what might be
For our declining world
If we continue letting our lives
Be dictated by
Black and white
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Breadcrumbs: A Poetry Collection
PoesiaA collection of heartfelt, thought-provoking, and even some comedic poems from my writing in the Daily Prompt app :)
