Social Decay Poem by Daniel Richards

Its rain then its drought,
Its sunlight then moon light,
I’d never recognise what we’d become.
I stay out of sight
You won’t hear a sound
My bones are cold
My skin has dried out much.
I wear a mask with an empty smile
I walk a system of nervousness awry
Social dislocation
Peter pans fly everywhere
Growing old is no longer a virtue
It’s a fright;
Where is the wisdom going?
We all hide and strive
To remain young
And now we choke on the empty lives.
And with these words
I can see
Clouds cover every street
And we will never see
Nor hear ourselves again
Will those clouds ever blow away?
In the calm of social decay