|What Has It Come To? (standard:poetry, 270 words)|
|Author: Akenshi Doe||Added: Sep 14 2000||Views/Reads: 2262/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|What has this world come to that we can't do things like we used to?|
It's sad to say, but in a wonderful way that everything is going away. For better or worse, as the seeds disperse from a flower in the winter Like a firefly in the dark of night. Friends are gone. Chaos runs amok. No one says hi everyone says good bye. She says "I love you" He says "Fuck you". Hearts are broken and fields of unspoken beauty are gone, lost to life, liberty, and the pursuit of money. What has everything come to, that a person has to lose a life over their shoe. Dreams are shattered women are battered. Booze makes the man swing his hand, yet his children drink it. What has this world come to that person can't do something that normal people do just because they are different. For all we know we could be someone's pawns, playing a tiny part in someone's master plan Up could be down earth could be somone's mars Ed could be a girl's name. No one really knows, yet no one cares. Are we moving forward or are we behind schedule? We can either make this place as close to heaven or make it a second hell Lives are made everyday, yet they are taken away just as fast. We ignore people who need the most attention and give it all to those who need it less. Life is about being the superstar now, instead of the person who does the work The letters are there they just don't make any words. The tools are here we just have to get up and use them. So, who's gonna get up? Tweet
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Akenshi Doe has 4 active stories on this site.
Profile for Akenshi Doe, incl. all stories
For a quick, anonymous response to the author of this story, type
a message below. It will be sent to the author by email.