Decent

The bitter decent, a lost cause of the souls resolution

            To attain something gone

            The lost forgotten, all begins to finality

A progression of the lost fatality, between a reason to live

            And the reason to hold onto the progression

            Of what you thought life was supposed to be

An understanding of thoughts unfairly predisposed upon

            The generation struggling to feel the reality

            Between everything it was meant to have been

Reviews

[Oblivion]

True, well said

[EMF]

Oh, it takes bottle to take on The Apocalypse. And skill to do it justice. It seems you have both. A superb job and, ironically a joy to read because of the way you handle the language. Marvelous work

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the logic of this poem. Create thoughts to ponder upon.
"The generation struggling to feel the reality
Between everything it was meant to have been"
Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Babe Roxx]

Really deep poem about the apocalypse...seems futile especially since its 2012...if its the end, its the end, whether it be asteroids, to aliens, to floods ...we can only live in the moment, yesterday is gone, tomorrow is never guaranteed, and today, today...is what matters most.

A lovely lament expressing your thoughts on the matter.