Murder in eyes
No sympathy for society’s despair
A grave dug by a man’s bare hands
Pushed down himself
Within the deep hole thy dug
Never to resurface
We live in our own tainted filth
The sins of mankind
Will we ever be forgiven?
History repeats itself
Time and time again.
A gaze into the eyes of death
Is it a relief or regret?
Questioning the sanity
One wonders if we can change
What our decaying world is becoming
Nevertheless, we cannot deny
Man had bit off more than they could chew
The holes of our graves continue to collapse
No latter nor a hand to pick us up
When we have fallen
I continue to stand
Watch and feel the pain around me
Emotions of empathy and indifference
Resentment’s power continuing to grow
In my lone soul
Murder in my eyes
A look with clear resent
No sympathy to those who helped make
What our world has become
I continue to question
Can anything change for even a little bit?
Shattered pieces that cannot be put back
Time and time again
I will continue to say
Man only continues to dig their graves deeper
And no one will be there to pick them up
When they have fallen so low
In a never-ending abyss
Well, I wrote this off the bat. My mind was in a bit of a state of deepness with some negativity, of what I cannot comprehend. So I decided to write a poem about a subject that my emotions tend to go all deep negative about. To relieve what I was feeling.
This poem is basically about my resent to what our world and society has become and continues to become. They dig their own graves deeper, so deep that we can't change what has been already done. I don't like what it has become. But like everyone else, I simply deal with it, but it doesn't mean I have to be happy about how the world is in some points. There seems to be alot of jacked up things I could name off.
And since this is a poetry world and I haven't guest posted in centuries...I thought what the heck. *shrugs*
Anyway, I tried to use less common words I've used in my poems in the past to improve it a bit, I think it worked a little. By common words, I mean using words like "For", But, or And in the beginning of most lines.
Also, the part where it says:
'A gaze into the eye of death
Is it a relief or regret?
Questioning the sanity'
Simply means, when you are dying and know you're going to die soon, would it be a relief to die to leave this world behind? Or a regret because you will no longer be there to see the world continue on and just simply live on?
The 3rd line means, that sometimes I question how sane people are. Are some things even right? Or very wrong and insane? How exactly do we know when something is sane and it's just simply all in our heads?
So yeah. Enjoy the poem. I didn't really want it to go to waste in my computer files.
Kind of nervous posting a poem. But I'll give it a shot. >>'