What a burnt out wreck of life this is
if you could even call it a life
maybe existence might sound better
but no one can’t be bothered to try it
It’s a sad thing
that everyone seems to be waiting for someone else
to attempt to live their dreams
only for them to crack and fail
so that they can rush in and steal the glory
not that they would get much
as they still have their attempt to go
Now some people are quite happy
to stab their fellows in the back
before realising that they can instead try trust
but in their actions they betray themselves
so what’s the difference
Can no one trust another anymore
without instantly suspecting them
of attempting to wreck their lives
on some people you can rely
you just have to look carefully to find them
Maybe that’s why there’s all this on the news
killings, stabbings and the like
no wonder why the world’s falling apart
this is no longer a life you can enjoy
without being worried for your own safety
Maybe it is just an existence
til we are all dead and are buried
maybe then our lives will start
and we can rebuild what we lost
before then all we can do is exist
until the right time comes
and it looks like it’s approaching fast
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An accurate, if slightly depressing, portrayal of modern life. This poem really reaches out...