A Man in a Small Room

I see the world outside my room there hence
and see the trouble up and starkly set
but none can stop the beast, machine of fret
they built and prais’d now fearful run for pence
but none can find safety of penitence
and run in fear and lamenting regret
I see them from my room and see the plight
but can do nothing, though my door’s not tense
I welcome in my room all who would come
but none can stay and crave the race to hell
they rest a time, but leave quickly at pace
I watch them go and scream, terror is from
the beast, machine they built in hopes to sell
everything they held dear, now gone to grace

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s