Go home
The door is open
but soon it will close
Go home before it's to hard
The road has gotten long
and the winds to cold
freedom is a lie
made of promises and sorrow
Looking forward for hope
blinds the clearest eye
to a game that has changed
and the rules that have followed
The sin of what if
instead of what is
becomes a weight
to much to bare
Go home now
the door is ajar
but soon it will close
Oops
the distance is to far.
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AMPLIFIED HEAT (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It seems to me that our world has become confused in ideologies formulated more on emotion then fact. Possibly this occurrence is due to an ever growing reliance on technologies we ignore but become completely dependent on. This dependency has robbed the individual of skills that were once a source of accomplishment. Physical skills of making something with your hands and cerebral skills as figuring simple percentages. Couples walking together only to stare at their communication device as new messages stream in of nearly no importance or consequence. From this I see an isolation of the individual. As we fall into this abyss of immediate information, a person can get lost knowing of iffy world economies, wars created by conflicting faiths and government heads that no little about the countries they lead and simply lie about a better way they can’t deliver. This saturation can only rob the hope of any solution except, to create a fantasy of what should be but can’t be. The fact that the world is not a whole but fractioned by an idealism of who to blame. This will only bring impending doom, a burden but no relief.. This glares at me how a sense of entitlement grows from the need to show accomplishment, ever living outside our means through debt to the point of bankruptcy, never giving a thought to how this may effect the person next to them and caring less. Caring, a word used abundantly but seldom practiced. Home is where Caring should be taught as well as practiced. Caring about the person you walk with instead of the endless trivia that floats in front of your eyes on your smart phone. Caring how your actions will motivate the next individuals actions, Action the one thing we have forgotten how to do because the device in our hands has removed our skills ... Oops, the distance is to far.
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