Sitting in anticipation for defeat,
We singalong to an imaginary beat,
Memorizing our lines on a stage,
Pretending they're from our hearts not a page.
The King of our lives: Self Destruction,
The principal key in world domination.
As we quote those who make no sense at all,
Hoping that we're not just another tear in the wall.
Lights from our eyes shine so dully,
We're not alive, not fully.
We close out eyes in fear of change.
We pop old corks and pour bitter champagne.
Lash out over simple despair,
Lie to your friends to keep them there.
Why kill yourself to be like them?
When after all, it means nothing in the end.
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/poem/1858978 this is the origional.
Has it gotten better?
A contest entry
- Prewrite 1000 pt. Checklist by Ryno.
1000 points, ended July 18, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
If I messed anything up I'm sorry and please point it out.
Comments
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I like the meaning behind it, though I found the rhyme too predictable in several places.
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