We all see it coming but we really don't know what it is thinking...
For few it would be sweet at first but bitter at last...
For few it would be wings of freedom for few a beginning of boredom,
An age of future leaders full of rage with their hearts trapped in a cage
And that's what I call a dark age......
For few it would be a sweet fairy tale, but for few a screaming pain,
For few a beginning of depression,
For few no more repression,
This age hides the silent cries which people ignore pretending to be blind,
Wake up from your sleep of ignorance
And listen to those silent cries ,
As it can speak more than our words can define....
Behind that smiley face is an unsolved case,
Don't misunderstand it,telling it's just a phase,
There is more than just beauty
Wish people could understand and do their duty......
There are people found with huge crowd,
But there are few hidden ones whose parents are still not proud,
All they do is die in pain ,losing all their blood in vain......
It's the world that should bow it's head in shame,
That allows the monster to win every game,
We search for moon every night,
Hoping for someone to be on the other side......
This age is as dark as my soul ,
That's trying so hard to fit in every mould.
The mystery it holds makes me wonder,
What the next page of the book named dark age will surrender....
Thank you
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Broken Soul
PoetryThey say why your poetry is always so dark ,well she smiles and say, " I always write it as if it's my last. "
