songs of something

Like everyone else
I had a place to escape to
dense lined with teak trees from the outside
surrounded by yellow’d fields of mustard
The place was as dark as night even during the day
and had a strange empty feel to it
unlike forests booming with life
this was a place
Quiet and off
sullen’d by the comings and goings of the seasons
trying hard to maintain sameness
through it all
a dark
Sullen sameness
, I paid my respects to the place
whenever I was greeted by the same dark sullenness
and we’d sing the same song of nothingness
as the winds and the sun expressed life
outside this wall of teak.

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