A light shines through my windows every morning;

It confuses me as everyone is in mourning.

These days pass by with nothing of merit,

And people pass with nothing to inherit.

The streets creak with complete unrest for the future,

But we’re already here – just yesterday it was a rumor.

A dove flew by and dropped only one feather.

Maybe if it came sooner, we would’ve had better weather.

My mother calls me home before dark.

I take just one more minute to play in the park.

It turned to hours, and then to days,

And now here, I forever play.

But I don’t want to play here.

No one comes for fun – only to disappear.

My friends stay inside never to come out;

I am stuck in this dystopia without a doubt.