Random thoughs, as I sat before this journal. I dont even think they make sense
In a corner, a lonely child cries
Innocence is lost, as for the first time
Grief penetrates a sheltered life
But no one cares to enough to reach out.
Indifference.
Twilight settles on the land
As few notice the change
Sheep going to the slaughter, happily
For ignorance feeds the bliss of most
And the few who see are blind to an escape
Misery.
Hearts yearn for things they cant have
Hunger for a peace that no longer exists
Dream of days that will never come,
Dwelling on embellished memories
Of days when it was all so simple,
Though it never was.
Denial.
Tired of reaching for stars we cant touch
We settle into a reality with our cursed burdens
The things that hold us back
And with nowhere to run and hide
The future seems bleak, because it is
And we accept the bitter pill,
Wishing it was more potent still
To leads us into oblivion.
Defeat.
We dont care anymore
Yet reap our reward
While we that do, suffer for it
So we hate to stay alive
Because theres nothing left
Thats why the end has come.
**edit**
OK, now I've read it. Bad poetry is painful :p
In a corner, a lonely child cries
Innocence is lost, as for the first time
Grief penetrates a sheltered life
But no one cares to enough to reach out.
Indifference.
Twilight settles on the land
As few notice the change
Sheep going to the slaughter, happily
For ignorance feeds the bliss of most
And the few who see are blind to an escape
Misery.
Hearts yearn for things they cant have
Hunger for a peace that no longer exists
Dream of days that will never come,
Dwelling on embellished memories
Of days when it was all so simple,
Though it never was.
Denial.
Tired of reaching for stars we cant touch
We settle into a reality with our cursed burdens
The things that hold us back
And with nowhere to run and hide
The future seems bleak, because it is
And we accept the bitter pill,
Wishing it was more potent still
To leads us into oblivion.
Defeat.
We dont care anymore
Yet reap our reward
While we that do, suffer for it
So we hate to stay alive
Because theres nothing left
Thats why the end has come.
**edit**
OK, now I've read it. Bad poetry is painful :p
it wasn't bad..just terribly sad...
ewww...did I just rhyme?