Poems and Stuff

Society

For so long we interact with the world around us,
The entirety of our lives past even what we consider full.

For so long we sit in an abyss,
a black hole feared by the name 'Society.'

We get sucked in, twisted and conformed.
Some of us are flexible enough to survive it,

Some of us are not.

But does that mean we have to get sucked in?
Grab, hold on to that small bit of hope.
Even the smallest parts of every day,
the fact you're able to open your eyes at all
or even just the slightest of thoughts,
the smallest sliver,
that maybe
change
isn't as necessary as we make it to be.

Hold on until that black hole
twists and conforms itself
so much after trying to corrupt you.

Hold on until that black hole
twists and conforms itself
into nothing more than a storm,
lashing out with pouring rain
trying desperately to drown you.

Because then your storm can match its own
and you can fight
you can lash out with lightning
as they lash with thunder

because the silence of the strike

is louder than the power put into it.

-Hazard
July 21st, 2019