National Poetry Month 2014 poem a day challenge

April 4th

Corruption

A monster,

molded by the darkness,

the bane of our existence,

but also our own mistake.

Innocence,

in our inovation and intent,

we were blind in those days,

to the monster we would create.

Our future, dull, dark, and bleak,

changed by our reality.

We've turned into monsters,

and we grow worse as our future goes on.

Our past brought us here,

but our corruption forever looms.