From ashes to ashes,
From dust to dust.
We race toward nothingness;
Horses with blinders.
Gunshots and forest fires;
Highrises and skyscrapers;
Addicts and destitutes;
Deafening music;
Empty eyes; bleeding hearts.
Politicians waging a war of words to remain in power,
The simpletons living in fear of a tomorrow
That is not promised.
The newborn's cries;
Workers hustle,
A fight for survival.
I watch the world swim around me.
I watch your eyes
As they look in contempt
At the haggardly little boy selling keyrings
At the side of the street;
I watch you pull up the window blinds
As your car disappears into the darkness
Of the red light area.
Who made you superior? Who decides?
Who we love, who we are, how to feel,
What to feel, what to think, how to think,
Where to be, how to be?
How to speak, whether to speak at all?
The colour of your skin?
The money your ancestors made?
The house you live in?
The education you had?
When all is said and done,
From ashes to ashes
From dust to dust...
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
