The Corpse We've Become

A shorter poem. Not a particularly good one because I haven't been feeling to well lately, but a poem's a poem. Even if it is mediocre.

Blue skies pass as I’m wondering why the clouds fly by faster than the b******s that drive on the highway

Writing words my way, keeping the pain at bay, staying sharp as a blade, no treasonous reason to hesitate

Going straight past frozen lakes and the words of fate, I have no promises no provisions for the incisions on the grey world god made

Not afraid to stay out of the shade not living in a daze, sharing words sure but this isn’t just another phrase

Blaze past the ashes of our forefathers’ deserted desert graves that leave gashes on the pastures your heart

Whether the pain started beating harder than the bothered martyrs who’s lashes on the backs of our family pack attack hack and slash at my cracking armour

Forcing us to behave like monsters hearts growing harder and feeling the disheartened trauma

Vomiting karma farther in the direction of fate, a dissection of a perfect affection, a section of a selection of redemption, but never mentioning the stinging ringing in the upbringing stringing together a world better without your presence

A recollection of hate stated greater than the blood that dries later hot and festering rotten forgotten on the sands of the equator

The earth is giving birth to dirt from our families calamities and hurt emerging learning to bare the stern burning of the sun and our tears turning us into a person yearning for a break but not broken

Fearing what’s at stake and the words that have never been spoken

Tokenless open thoughts from the ones who got shot to death in this spot of cauterized eyes crying

Lying dying in the ground monetizing the world for a pound, a dollar, a squalor for a hollow hollering follower of god’s that don’t accept a refund

Stunned to realize the gun pointed at everyone decides right from wrong

And before long humanity’s empathy will be gone

Drained like the blood from the body rotting, the corpse we’ve become

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

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Your poems always have deep meaning which drowns the readers into them. You awesomely describe feelings and they are so clearly described here.
I enjoyed the poem very much!

[NEHA]

well..I've always loved your creative style of imagination and the way you put it on tha paper!
this one is of that sort to...I liked the theme too
#claps

[wordman]

and as a society this is what we have become a custom to