Still, we are standing

Lost hope of put together

Where people fell in

we fell out, out of the

light into the shadowy

depths of our dark room.

We keep plenty safe,

Lying to the light coming in

Keeping appearances at we and our

Holding hands in view not love

Too many years without hope and

dreams. We diminish we hold the

door. Talking to the breeze gentle

as we scream at each other in gloom.

 

“standing together in the shadowy room, safe in our love and the gentle gloom” – Sara Teasdale