I saw the best minds of my generations wasted.
Pointless beliefs and fights over nothing that would probably never happen anyways. Good people and good thoughts, temporarily put away in a bar or in a bag of weed, only to come back and be pushed away again.
Potential wasted from losing a life…
Suicide or teenage pregnancy, both causing goals to be lost, only to gain lesser important goals. Struggles now become struggles still. Lazy and jobless, tired and homeless. Depression turns into inspiration, which turns into insecure failures.
Living went to breathing, passing went to smashing.
Anger turned to sadness; sadness turning to ashes. The healthy turned into people dying. Loving turned to clinging away from loneliness, drugs turning people away from that love so they may never return. Another Drink turned into another pill… and another and another.
Getting through the day is just trying not to.
Parents are lost, especially when friends are leaving them too, following their children’s footsteps. Karl had been depressed and he could no longer sleep. The insomnia got to him and he bought his rope… friends and family cried for him, harder and harder. Twins separated by death.
Younger generations took an interest.
Can we do that too? Bullies think they are funny until they ended a life with their words. The guilt gets to them until eventually they are gone too. Reading about this and think we are next. Learning becomes suicide 101; drugs: easy access; sex-how it’s done.
We go from the golden generation the most disappointing and the most dramatic.
Murder becomes a habit, rape becomes a game. Life turns into a joke, Brains turned into a hope. Nausea became a thrill; at least we were feeling something. We knew we had it, we were afraid to use our minds. Insecurity should have been our greatest fear; instead it was our greatest weakness. We are ourselves, pretending we were others.
We bought what we didn’t need, trying to fill our hearts with accessories.
Acting like we knew each other we were used to, though we hated some. We made our groups of friends, and we still all crashed. We had made new words, new stories, and new morals. Again, insecurity stopped our goals.
We were going to go to college…
We were going to sing our hearts out. We were going to send a message out and change the world. The ones that made it into college lost it there. They partied at first, just drinks and kisses. Then they played chicken drunk out of their minds and forgetting the condoms. They were surrounds by these influences and games. Lost in the world of drugs, drinks, flings, and hate.
Life taught us this, in a world where the generations…
Lose all the potential they had and the hope. We all go crashing down into disaster. A world full of death and living no longer made any difference… the living could’ve been dead and it wouldn’t make a difference… we are all dead in side; crashing down, never ending.
this is how i feel leaving Creative Writing...... it was also my howl poem =P
This is very deep, and I think it connects very well to everyone. You hit on so many points that everyone can find at least something to relate to. Good job.
ReplyDeleteThis peom is indeed very deep and it depicts an accurate description of most of our generation. However there is a small percentage that does care about their future. I have to agree that it will be sad leaving creative writing but at least we can take what we learned from that class and put it to good use. Great poem.
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