Problematique

My first poem (and the first blank verse one) that isn't a song. It features themes about weariness of this world, desperation, greed, and so on. Humanity's talent of self-destruction is incredible.

I wake up every day

To the sound of bullets

Are you going to, can you, make them stop?

They fight to avenge who?

Those who have fallen to inherited hatred?

They fight to fight, they lack a reason

I cry and I don't know why

Not because of uncertainty

But because of an excess of reasons

I sigh and feel my shoulders drooping

I can feel the weariness in my bones

I can feel myself fading away

The noise of prejudice drowns out the truth

Corrupted lies poison the minds of the innocent

The people are blinded by the notion of hatred

We lose societies to hatred

We lose friends to hatred

We lose ourselves to hatred

Money flows through our veins

That which was created to channel greed

Has invaded our bodies

It has penetrated our minds

Threatens to overcome our senses

But does it matter?

We have doomed ourselves so easily

We have given in so easily

We have refused things so easily

We have been disgusted so easily

We have hated so easily

We have killed so easily

And as the world drifted through darkness

A tiny spot amidst a single beam of light

Cast by an ageing sun doomed to die

On the surface and beneath it

Humans with endless ego fought against the only thing they had

Themselves

Finally, when the sun imploded

And then exploded,

As our trust eroded,

And our guns were reloaded,

Our secrets decoded,

And our souls corroded

Our Earth finally died, enveloped by a black hole

Sucked into nothingness, everything that has ever existed forever gone

And in our last second we stopped fighting, realised nothing we'd done mattered

None of our accomplishments had survived, our progress had long faltered

We wasted the little time we had

Hating

Reviews

[Enar]

I like the one word lines,
It creates a lot of emphasis
I'm not sure what I don't like about it.