Uncomfortable Being Poem by Eli MorenoDrew

Uncomfortable Being



Our minds are being devoured.
Apathy feeds on today’s youth
Like vultures on dead corpses.
A strange illness that is
Very hard to cure.
It is an alcohol, a depressant
That is over supplied and too easily obtained.
Leaving us waiting for nothing to happen.
And doing nothing when it comes.
So we rot.
Alone.

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