Locked

7 am the clock read

Stressed, agitated out of bed

Room strewn with books.

The empty shelves give me blank looks

Even the hummingbird knows pain,

So does the lonely dog on the street, like a chain

I look outside hoping to see something different,

The chorus of the group, now lament

Pages with the same story,

a script with a different theory

Even the melodic music that resonates

Sounds like a mimicry

Of a never-ending debate

The day ends on a sad tune,

Like the old man singing to his heart’s content at noon