The world's a machine, a relentless beast,
A place of pain and misery, where joy's deceased,
Trapped in an endless cycle, day by day,
Life consumed, fading slowly, with nothing left to say.
We toil and sweat, our souls consumed,
In a never-ending cycle, our spirits doomed,
The weight of the world upon our backs,
Caught in a cycle that never relax.
Our dreams are lost, buried and forgotten,
The machine takes over, leaving us broken,
No time to breathe, to feel, to live,
Our lives consumed, nothing left to give.
The world turns dark, no glimmer of light,
As we're consumed by the never-ending fight,
A life spent working, a life spent in vain,
Our passions lost, swallowed by the pain.
The death of joy, a world without hope,
Where we struggle and suffer just to cope,
Trapped in a cycle that never ends,
Our lives consumed by the machine that bends.
Let us weep for a life consumed,
Trapped in a cycle with no hope to exhume,
Our hearts heavy, our spirits frail,
In a world that's lost, where joy's gone stale.
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I won't be reading many of yours, Sir - they are too bloody grim.
And what is this world you keep nagging on about? Not the world - it's the man made political system we live under........
It never is or can be just that, but the way our world revolves around, be it political, economical or any other system is just absurd. Also yes, I was in a mood and decided to cling to it for a while and see what I can get out of the dark parts of my brain.... and an interesting project idea is forming. So for the next month or even a couple, you can probably expect mostly heavy stuff(well, no promises, but that's the plan). Thank you for spending time on it and even sharing your thoughts about it! That is always welcome!
Absurd? Agreed - But for me anyone who uses such terminology as 'the world', or 'we' is just fudging issues, and the same goes for a pile of words about which others have to make an interpretation...
Do keep going , though - MPS can be a fun place if you approach it in the right way...
'See You later - it's late and I'm off to bed.
I rather enjoyed this, grim as it is. You merely penned down the fleeting visceral thoughts of many, making them more concrete and I appreciate that.
Thank you for sharing.
Hiya, I found this poem really interesting and thought provoking, thank you for posting it 🙂
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