The hollow stares
of the hollow youth,
we are those
that die as cattle.
the shaking hands
behind the shaking truth,
we are those
that do not matter.
the unity
of truancy.
the purity
of the fear to flee.
we're not jailed
but we're not free.
stolen liquor
goes down quicker.
bitter chaser,
one more to waste her.
stumbling,
mumbling,
fumbling
for
each
other
in
the
dark.
Author notes
"those that die as cattle"--modified from "Anthem for a Doomed Youth" by Wilfred Owen
Comments
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kool write
sounds like a night to remember !
great descriptions are what brings this piece home...thanks for sharing!
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I liked this a lot. It hit home quite easily, and the ending was quick and unexpected. Nice job.
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interesting
interesting i really like it very abstract but stil great i love this part
"the shaking hands
behind the shaking truth,
we are those
that do not matter." very deep
great poem i love it keep penning great writes
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