The Epic of Our Generation

A Mini-Epic I wrote for my Creative Writing Course.

Destined for greatness,

Bound by the chains of failure

We found ourselves caught in

a plane of mindless existence;

Where, it is easier to feel nothing...

Nothing;

It is the choke hold that 

Strangled the life out of him.

She sits on the edge of the bed

Tortured by a holy book she 

Never signed her life too

The overwhelming silence

Amplifying an internal battle.
There is nothing in our pockets

Bags empty, hands bare.

A woman with a professional smile

Giving the steps to suicide prevention,

As if you could troubleshoot a disorder,

And says, "The state requires us to do this"

Sugarcoated professional sympathy

Solving the fears to eat, fears to sleep

Of our narcissistic entitled generation,

Ruled by the magazines of the thin and beautiful

We refuse to loathe ourselves anymore.

We refuse to loathe each other anymore.

Colorblind equality between the folds

Of sexuality we refuse to be oppressed

No longer bound by anything but

Our destiny for greatness.

Reviews

[The Cuckoo's Nest]

"Destined for greatness / Bound by chains of failure"

Those two lines resonate with me as I pass on into middle age having never accomplished my most primal dreams whose awakenings I believed were inevitable. I don't think that's how you meant it, but I like the way it slaps me in the face.

I guess it is a struggle not to hate yourself in the modern age.

[Chaise Nicole]

I'm glad you could connect with it! It's in the ballpark of where I was going for it. So many of us grow up being stuck with expectations by family members or ourselves, such in your case, and then ending up being feeling unable to meet those expectations. And definitely. We live in a time where self loathing is a unwelcome trend.