“Gloomy room immersed in a scent of modern cowards filled with shapeless creatures sitting in silence because they have nothing to say Fake plastic faces with a grimace of disappointment painted on them Are we stuck on hold expecting our turn in a waiting room of so-called lost generation?” LifeInspirationalPoetryYouthPoemComing Of AgeLost Souls Book:Train to the Edge of the Moon Source: Train to the Edge of the Moon