Little Rooms Poem by C. Bake Baker

Voices have fallen down, in cluttered little rooms
Fate will sometimes pass us by, with something lost too soon

Some days are weak in our restraint, where have they all gone?
Lost flavors of the happy times, and how we were so wrong

Porous brain never falters, for some reason spent in shaking
Selfless Earth has lost her face, the misery is breathtaking

Lying to our only daughters, the stage became so low
Somewhere in these little rooms, alone, in the filth she grows

The true extent of all our actions that we will never know
The chains cannot release me but my mind won't let me go