Death In Life. Poem by DM W

In the shadowy world where we reside,
The angels of mercy are receding;
The clowns & monsters have taken over.
Love is usurped by superficial signs.
The clothes we wear reveal the scars of war:
Cut price souvenirs for cognoscenti.
Who said that the search for novelty leads,
In the end, to the threshold of despair?
The rain keeps pouring; it's never ending
We haven't seen a hint of sun in months.
Too much chaos! I need a change of scene.
For I have seen the writing on the wall.