December 19, 2017

A lonely town in the dead of night.

A vast park after closing hours
Only the leaves upon old trees sway softly
to the sound of the wind’s faint melody
Like an abandoned museum
Filled with paralyzed antics
Left unattended, without polishing
Nobody cared to clear the growing debris
that now covered them, hiding their beauty


A lonely town in the dead of night.
Not the slightest hint of joy can survive
in such darkness
Because what glee is there in lifeless souls
What glee is there in empty hearts
What glee is there if all that is left
is an unsettling feeling of absolute silence


A lonely town in the dead of night.
A sight where children used to play
Where love would bloom and last forever
And the slight smell of roses colored the air


A lonely town in the dead of night.
A paradise once filled with joy
The apple of millions of people’s eyes
They saw it crumble before them
Helpless against that darkness that stole
all they had and didn’t have
Including their fear to fight back.


Today they fight, today they resist,
give up their lives to honor memories
once housed by a reality no longer alive
And yet so vibrant inside their hearts...


That lonely town in the dead of night,
has not always been like so.

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