Risky Business Poem by Issac Theobald

My eyes are left weary
In the night, so dark and dreary
After a day of tormenting my own soul
The voices sound so eerie
Echoing out,
they leave me teary
Reminded of the fact in the worlds a hole

Going through the daily motions
Ebbing in and out like the oceans
Feet dragging behind them, too tired from the pain
What a ridiculous notion
To put priority
Over our emotions
And yet we must for our success to maintain

There are people in this place
Who think they are gods living grace
And that the world has been made for them to own
But in reality they are a disgrace
Lacking identity,
A face
And their transgressions for success must be made known

The people that we all keep cheating,
Our terrible actions keep repeating
As we bury the people below us in the dust
People don't realise our time is fleeting
While they cannot
And wont stop competing
In a cause that they themselves believe is just

Against the world we keep on fighting
With the hand that keeps on writing
Trying to show the world the pains of its mistakes
Writing that keeps inciting
The masses of people
To start uniting
As they continue to raise higher and higher the stakes