City streets and slamming doors,

The labyrinth of the common day

Is work sorry and sore.

Pallid streetlights and lost ways,

Not many were gifted in the game,

Most were mindless in this maze.

Umbrellas shunned the storms,

The depth of hearts diminished,

As all took on the same form.

Pestilence petrified the people,

They were blind to necessity,

Is humanity truly so feeble?

A/N: This is very similar to another poem I've written that won an award under my real name. The titled of the song that inspired this poem brought the concept back, but in the sense that it was looking at the human condition as a storm. Umbrellas in this context would be very similar to blindfolds, shielding people from the depth of emotion.