When we're young, we are told to dream, but as we grow up, we are told to get our heads out of the clouds...
What's wrong with the world around us?
A phantom of what we used to be, held together by the dwindling threads of society.
To look in the mirror and see the disgrace of what we've become, proves to be worse each day.
What cruel irony that by our own hands, we became that upon which we placed our hatred.
The minds that once sought out truth, freedom and justice, now let lies spill over their lips.
What is real in this world where love is fiction and betrayal is fact?
This is a world where people turn away from those who would seek change.
Pain is something as common as water in the middle of the oceans.
This is a world where our young grow up afraid and alone, burdened by the naive age before them.
This world is tainted and needs to be purified by stronger than any previous generations.
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Poetry From The Mind Of The Loving
PoetryA selection of poetry that is both older poems from when I was younger(That will be rvised slight to make more sense) and recent ones that come to me. Some will be sad while others will be happy or in between. I hope you enjoy :D
