There's a glow out my window
At night, only it's not night.
Reminds me of this alien world.
Twisted anger, jaded thought
But on what?
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.