Alien World

There's a glow out my window

At night, only it's not night.

Reminds me of this alien world.

Twisted anger, jaded thought

Lives spent

But on what?

Not me.

I resisted.

Now a caricature of my youth.

Losing the night sky

And one by one the other joys

I have known and loved, and still do.

But even worse than having loved and lost

Is to live in a world

That no longer cares for such things.

David Oesper