Down Poem by Evan Skora

Sunny days are gone,
My path is scattered,
My eyes lose their color,
Grey is forever.

The lively city
The loud music in the streets,
The violin cracking a note into the air
Representing a cracking society.

Down goes our city
Down goes our state
Down goes our country
Down goes our world,
Down the rabbit hole it goes.

Grey erupts the sky,
The piercing light from the sun
No longer a lamp
But merely a flashlight in the darkness.

The world we know
The world we live
The world we walk,
Is now clear to our eyes.

This grey blob of a world,
Hidden in pure darkness
Feeding myself,
Is our world.