Where in the world are we going to end?
We seem to do nothing but slowly descend
We find ourselves in a self-dug grave
Unable to tell any foe from friend
I look at myself, and my eyes see a slave
Remember their treatment, the presents they gave
The saviours that fought for a better day
Have slowly died out, there’s no one to save
How did we end in this year of dismay?
Out lives were at stake, and we threw them away
Lost in a world full of hate and regret
Haunted by glimpses of suffering today
We need to remember, we need to forget
We must understand the future, and yet
our blindness if topped only by fear and hate
Despising every single person we’ve met
Never believed in the thing they called fate
Seeing them all in this miserable state
So many broken hearts time cannot mend
Tried to save some of them, it was too late
The rules of the world we could possibly bend
But no matter what, we still can’t comprehend
We seem to do nothing but slowly descend
I see it all clearly now, this is the end
Author notes
Rhyming pattern adapted from poem by Robert Frost.
And not a bad poem, either..
A contest entry
- Give me your best prewrite EVER! by love tank x.
650 points, ended May 1, 2007, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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did you win that 'give me your best prewrite ever' contest, you should have it was awesome...
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Nah, didn't win. But thank you anywho.
You should read the poems I was competing with, though, they were awesome.
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great poem!!! i loved it!!! it flowed really well, and it is sooooo true. good luck in the contest!!!!
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Thanks sis! I wrote this one randomly last time we were at the farm, and I quite like it.. Do you remember the poem we read in lit, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening? I kinda stole the rhyming pattern from there
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