poem, concerning the current political and economic problems and how I feel about my life
poem, concerning the current political and economic problems and how I feel about my life and generation in the near future.
I fear for myself,
I fear pain, disappointment, failure,
all of which i will give an excuse,
be it society, government, corruption,
but where does the line start and stop?
am i there?
am i close?
do i count amongst the millions of people in this country?
is my opinion heard?
Speak! damn it. Speak!
the voice in my head screams
and gives me the proper words, questions and answers that fit the occasion,
but my mouth stays closed, and
my body stays still,
lost in the fleeing moment,
as my mind travels to what could have been.
what's wrong with me?
do i matter?
in my head the world is so different,
filled with dialogue and expression,
that my senses dream to perceive,
but no, time is still,
i am born, young, old and dead,
all at once repeating forever,
in my dysfunctional display of space.
disgust for the air i breath,
and hatred for what my mind and body consume,
being dulled by the ever pressing enthusiasm,
of the face of each and every item my eyes possess,
Inside the letters and colors on everything hide symbols,
that bear no meaning to human eyes,
only necessary for our tools and technologies,
only necessary to keep the cold, black blood,
pumping through the veins of this culture,
and slowly into my own heart.
poison by... self awareness.
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