Thought Abyss - Lost In My Head

The last day on earth

The street below my window,

usually an epitome of chaos

lies rather silent today

No kids running around

no aunties gossping

It feels only I exist

The street below my window

Usually an epitome of cacophony

Lies rather silent today

No one strolls its streets

no dogs chase around

It feels like only I exist

The street below my window

Usually an epitome of raucous

Lies rather silent today

No tears pet its path

No feet smother the dry leaves decorating it

and no more blood tarnishes its sheen