Society

Lost in a sea of information.

Surrounded by a constant  feed of nonsense.

Patience lowering,

Anxiety rising.

I'm losing my f*****g mind.

Screams and shouts from my inner demons

Creating more confusion.

Attacked with information 

Coming from every direction.

Nonsense shoved down our throats.

Society creating zombies

Who can't find decent help.

There is no way to live this life 

Without regretting something

You've done.

You've come so far

But it's so hard to keep going on

When everything in life seems to be against you.

Reviews

[CricketSong]

I truly enjoy the zombie imagery.

I think the poem would be more powerful if you kept it in first person instead of shifting from first person to second person. And I love "society creating zombies" but "who can't find decent help" doesn't play well with the zombies. I read it and asked myself, "Are zombies looking for help?" Perhaps changing it to "Who aren't looking for help." or "Who aren't aware they need help."? Maybe? Understand this is just my opinion.

I did enjoy the piece overall. Thank you for sharing.

[Death]

Thank you for the review. I will defiantly see about possibly changing those lines, they were a little off for me as well but I wasn't sure how I wanted to word them. I really appreciate the review though, thanks again :)

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

So Beautiful.......
Well Done...........
Pen On.................

Do u read mine 2 "Why, Who is a poet, Time, Anguish and Manner"

If possible then give your reviews..

Regards,
Lucky