Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔

Poem # 29- The Room

I stepped foot in a room:
Talking bodies that were vague,
People's faces that were zoomed,
Although some were truly hate.

I sat still, scanned the environment-
Serene air that's truly appropriate
I blew a puff of air; I have done,
However, that cannot be the only one.

I scanned once again; the murmurs were still there,
Like a quiet jungle, though has fierce bears,
Like an apocalypse that can come through
A person walked by, and everything changed.

Troubled waters turned affable,
Apocalyptic scenery turned yellow,
The wind got once blissful-
Then the room got hollow.