The Lost

The Lost

A Poem by Allison

Down . . . down . . . down . . .


The young do not follow rules,

Around their age, I see them as fools,

They rebel against the thing called kindness,

I rebel against their society of crisis,

Love is not love if it is simple

Each erases their face with make-up

Watching and watching their worlds slowly crinkle,

Individualism makes the selfish have an empty cup

Of friends they drink away in one gulp,

After they quickly throw away all pulp,

Complaints shouted, whispered and cried,

Ignored but obviously spied,

Effort put in the wrong place,

Gaining useless statuses and ranks,

The eyes are dark on each face,

Gone are all thoughts of giving any thanks,

Depression comes easy,

Everything turns sleazy,

And in the end they do not know,

Why did it become so low?

© 2014 Allison

Author's Note

Started this in a class and decided to finish it.

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I love the last two lines in particular...makes the reader think!

Posted 8 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


8 Years Ago

Haha! That's the point! ;P
Thanks!!! ^^

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Added on April 29, 2014
Last Updated on April 29, 2014
Tags: generation, sorry, state, sad, depressing, dark, selfish, individual, lonely, make-up, gone, lost, down, low, destruction, self, destroy, hate, love