𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

Longing

Hope for a new world

shatters.

Fates laugh as

poison fills the veins of society.

Should we call to the moon?

Surely, she knows how to survive the dark.

What about the stars?

Do we pray for them to fall?

So our pitiful cries may be heard

by some other know-all?

Fates pleased as we long

for happy endings,

ones that we will never reach

no matter how hard we try.

Will we ever be free

of your dangerous games?

Or will your hands stay latched

on those wretched reins?