Dark Poetry #5 |
everywhere you go( a bit different i suppose? than my usual voyagish stuff) |
ponderthepoetorrsx Member
since 2011-06-25
Posts 284U.S , Ca |
Everywhere you go It’s all the same Everywhere you go it’s all the same There’s nowhere left to turn There’s nowhere left to hide All you know is that your backs against the wall and there’s nowhere left to go And that the end is nearer than you thought. The world is dying all alone The shining stars shine less bright There’s no sun For a sunset all there is, is a bloody red haze At night crying You find you miss daylight. Humanity as a whole is letting it all just slips away Just slip away. The poor are those who fight in vain for something they cant obtain The rich are those who have no place to go The middle class are those who cling along and long for life. Everywhere you go it’s all the same No conviction to live on, No strength to keep on trying No future Just the in the now Yet even now Brilliant minds are dying And everyone hides behind what they can find. These problems Some blame it on the poor others on the rich They blame each other They blame themselves. And can’t stand no more, Can’t stand no more. The poor still fight to be met with only disdain The rich still have no place inside themselves to go And everywhere you go You find that there’s nowhere else left to turn In tears we watch the bloody sunset In vain we seek the stars that were there once upon a time long ago Brilliant minds are dying and people find That everywhere they go There’s nowhere left to turn And nothing makes sense There’s nowhere left to go And everything seems wrong and out of place. Everywhere you go in this wretched maze of life It’s all the same There’s always Nowhere left to go Nowhere left to turn And then you know The end is near. yolilitzli |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
There seems to always be someone to blame for misery, but it is a good thing that we have to choice to see a light at the end of a tunnel, or a tiny glimmer of hope to keep this old race still running. Enjoyed your poem. |
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