2022.01.23 04:53
The dead end
Tailed at the cove of the main drag
Embedded shyly
Not different but indifferent in facade
With parked cars and houses all along
Where opens up a new day in the same piece of sunlight
Trials and tribulations facing equally from the worldly climate
The total motionless I’ve witnessed
Not a shade of living trace
Never!
For the last three decades or so
That is incredulous
The Glen
The name says it all
The haven of the retirees
Who mould daily life accompanied by stilly quietness
Shut behind the hidden wall, I reckon
Is it because they’ve languished?
After draining their youth and energy throughout the lifespan,
Is it the beginning of their hide and seek game in virtual reality?
How silent can the living quarter be as the effects of desertion?
Although, it is the shelter for their twilight life
The dead air in that impasse could be stirred up even once
Out of a clear blue sky
While the veiled practices to advance on their inner journey
When will it be broken or not at all?