As it Lay - Poem
The colorless facade,
Kept it running.
Or did it really,
They wondered as they gathered.
Rain pattered on the glass,
As it rained away all through the night.
Light reflected from the broken panes,
Blinding them to the truth.
Race to the point,
Only to wait there, pretending.
No one knwos what to do anymore,
Of that the people were sure.
How long are they going to keep this up?
Just how much longer, I wonder!