Wasted Life

Wasted Life

A Poem by R Mascenik
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How can things be so peaceful when there are so many sounds? How is it that nature can still calm me in this mass of humanity? ....

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How can things be so peaceful when there are so many sounds?

How is it that nature can still calm me in this mass of humanity?

Is all of this destruction, or is it simply a twisted awakening of new art?

We thrive on production, always leaving room for our uniqueness to overwhelm.

We slowly hide God's creations under our own ambitions.

The  evolution of this world is not controlled by nature, but only by our hands.

Living life and driving on is not always a simple task.

We have chewed away our life's feeling.

But now we realize time has passed and simplicity has become key again.

We wish pain would not overwhelm us in our simple ventures.

But, this can not be changed because we created the  aches in the years of ambition.

Now we feel the sense that we have nothing to give, nothing to take, and for some reason think life has been nothing but a waste.

© 2012 R Mascenik



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I think I have discovered your true voice. Isolated.
Pure. I really like this.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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