A Dark Room
A Dark Room When his mind was fresh and untrodden, When his opinions anew The little boy had a mind not broadened And knew things a few To him his mum was like a fairy, Sprinkling bliss like pixie dust To him lap of nature was as warm as Mother Mary’s Hopping onto it was must. He beguiled all with his silly deeds, With eyes glistening with ecstasy, “All day mischief is what he needs” Would say his mum looking messy. The boy had a soft and tender heart As tender as the threads of loom He would shiver and scream so hard When left in a dark room As the clocks showed their sprinting skills, And time displayed its flight The boy became a teen who fills His mind with all his frights He now had a gadget that would make him Hundreds of pseudo friends Who knew if they were vile snakes called Tom, Dick, Jim He was diagnosed with a virus- TRENDS Cherishing nature’s beauty was bland and gritty But sticking eyeballs to graphical garden...