Post by Twisted on Oct 15, 2014 14:15:44 GMT -5
The State of the World
A poem
By Twisted
There are the good and the bad days.
Sometimes rough, sometimes easy as the wind.
“Never give up and keep going” My mother always says.
But I just wish the pain would mend.
Why does it hurt so much? Even when I try?
Does this cycle continue for eternity and yon?
I wish I felt like the clouds, free forever in the sky.
Can’t it go away? Can’t it just be gone?
Falling down and getting back up again.
I do try, I really do… it just never seems to be enough.
Stuffing my worries away forever into a bin.
I keep it up; I keep it up, even when life is rough.
But sometimes… I desire more than a life of eternal pain.
I know, I know, it’s a ridiculous notion
But really, if this continues I’m just going to go insane.
Life is nothing more than a repetitive motion.
They lie, when they tell you everything will be fine.
Nothing ever changes, it’s always something new.
Like the deep and cutting bitter taste of wine
Happiness is fleeting, like that of the morning dew.
Sarcasm lines our culture
Prejudice is now encouraged
Our friends and families hardly more than vultures.
Why is it that evil feelings are harbored and nourished?
This world is an absolute wreck.
Sure I can find comfort in places.
But everyone thinks everything is solved with a check.
What happened to the idea of good graces?
It isn’t like much will change at this rate.
Unless some people are just really spectacular.
Or is it unavoidable? Is it just fate?
Are all the words now days just vernacular
Notes:
This poem was kind of a bummer, just something I wrote after feeling depressed about life.