The first breath
peaceful as the waking sun.
The gift of life
a beautiful sight
innocence and fragility.
Completely dependent.
But time ticks by.
Children open their eyes
see play grounds and sweet treats.
But sadly as the era grows
innocence is shattered to soon.
Small eyes,
glossy from tears
hearts broken at the sight of destruction.
The world, a taste of horrid beauty.
Families fall apart and teens rebel.
And time ticks by.
Adolescents are thrown adulthood.
Forced to grow too quick.
So what do we have?
Parents too young
unable to hold a family.
World population grows,
but never in the right direction.
Humanity...
too vast for this world.
No room, no jobs.
Still time ticks by.
End comes the end of our story.
If Life is Death
and Death is Life...
What is happiness?
The answer is gone.
Whispered on the wind but unable to be heard.
All that is known is that time will always be tick by.
Adolescents are thrown adulthood. so tue so true... good job. ~CM~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
my favorite likes 'World population grows, but never in the right direction.' - that is deep.