Fading Poem by Michael Benfield

A cold dark village,
of no well known faces.
A moon-lit street,
and deep puddles of black.

There's toddlers crying,
their mothers are screaming.
Their fathers are leaving,
he's not coming back.

You can't make out the world,
through tear-filled eyes.
So you slip in a corner.
You hide.

Now in shadow you lie,
ignoring the cries,
wiping the tears,
avoiding the pain.

Vertigo takes you,
the whole world starts spinning.
day after day.
Until what's bad in the world,
has faded away.