Arcade Of Despair

He got kicked out of his city bedsit
And had no other alternative
Than to go back home
To live with his parents
In his shitty old bedroom
Determined to go on living
He examined the old high street
The empty row of shops
Ignored since the freeway opened
They might be good for a small cafe
He's given an old coffee machine
And offered incredibly cheap rent
The window mould easily removed
He learns to make good coffee
People sit out front on the footpath
In his spare time he makes excursions
Finding lonely abandoned dead places
Places with childhood memories
He takes monochrome photos
Hangs them on his cafe wall
Soon people visit to see them
Out of nostalgia for what was
He calls the coffee shop Gloom
It becomes a graveyard of memories
It's like an arcade of despair
One man dropped down to his knees
Upon viewing his old school building
That had fallen into ugly disrepair
He couldn't be lifted to his feet
A large burly former tradesman
His wife devotedly stood by
Her loving hand on his shoulder
Eventually he rose up again
And with heads bowed
They made their way out the door
Silently back into their long since
unimportant town