Flickers in Windows

I have loathed this place.

Through sunshine, through thunder.

But as time quickens its pace,

I begin to wonder

If I will come to miss this bland little room.

After all, indifference did once replace gloom.

So if sadness can evolve into neutrality,

Will that continue to anguish when I’m finally free?

Will I be mourning when the morning arrives

When all us flickers in windows move on with our lives?

Will I miss the stark contrast of the solitude and the race?

Will my time as a flicker even leave a trace?

In this new part of life, will I receive the same grace?

I should really stop thinking…

I loathe this place.