They told me I’m in the land of the living,
So why have I never felt less alive?
As if the bugs are already eating my insides.
I’m a rotting corpse,
And they are too afraid to say-
That the society that they made is killing me.
Because what image would that portray?
It would squash the “American Dream”,
And twist it into a nightmarish scream.
But beware,
Because they have no caution signs.
No where does it say;
“Ahead lays all of our lies”.
No, they’ll take you to Hades home;
And they will have the audacity to say,
That you’re in Olympus drinking nectar with the gods of today.
When really, you’re slowly withering away.
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Author:
MissileOfUncertainty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2018 01:24
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments1
Wow this is creative muse, strong and powerful. I like how you bunched the American Dream with nightmarish scream. Great metaphor crafted as well. Kudos.
Pleez do review/add your thoughts/comment under my newest poem too . I like meeting new poets and their poems.
Thank you! I tried and I’ll check some stuff out!
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