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The Black Dining Room

Posted to Action Poetry

The walls are painted black
Someone has actually desired this to be their environment
I'm stifled by the smell of coffee and insipid pencil drawings behind glass frames
Everything is so academic and dead
The coversation is like a war
Agree or disagree
The evasiveness and lack of honesty is like part of the wooden furniture
I can't look in anyones eyes without feeling loneliness and sorrow
the light enters briefly, only to be defelcted and driven out by the shadows
There is no music here