Silent Outcry

It’s pathetic how psychotic this world can be.
How sadistic these sardonic people can be.

They squirm and writhe in delusions of reality.
So tall they stand in arrogant superiority.

Only unknowing monotonous rants continue to grow.
Hardly melodic, they’re completely hypnotic; I guess you reap what you sew.

Dangerous visions of the future twist in and out.
Without the knowledge of what they even about.


And so it stands on the edge of a knife.
To end it all now or continue the strife.
 
It quenches and quells the clamor and clangor.
It seems obvious now: 
                                       My life is better on paper. 

Reviews

[Mike L. Smyth]

This actually is a thought i had sometime ago about how oblivious humans can be to what is happening. I am shocked that we havent gone extinct from our lack of common sense...

[Mike L. Smyth]

DUDE??!?!?! this poem is magnificent. especially the last line. good stuff...yet you seem to have a dark element to it as all your poetry has. very good

[Heart Of A Wolf]

So sometimes it seems mine is also. but to continue is what we must. Another wonderful write here. I always love your work.

[Thea M. Joy]

I love, love, LOVE the last line! "My life is better on paper." So true for so many of us! Great write, Matt.

[Lydia]

i'm pretty sure this is my favorite poem ever.

[Celtic Cat]

Wow, that's f*ing deep. Very depressing hopelessness. Your life is better period. You're the one with the clues... but, it's lonely at the top, as well as the bottom. Just keep 'em coming, your talent hasn't wavered an inch.