Sitting, silent. The buzz and whir of your new reality The neverending parade, smiley glad hands Watch and witness the decay It won't be long now Your family The ones who love you Forks and knives at the ready Our daily bread This festive day Let us celebrate
Sitting, silent. The buzz and whir, your only friends now The parade, white coats It won't be long now At least you have your family The ones in the shadows Forks and knives sharpened Waiting silently For the day
I've never written a poem before. This came out of me a couple of days ago and I'm looking for feedback.