Ashes to Ashes

Hali

I see the soft silhouette of death

Approaching over the horizon:

A slave to time.

 

I see generations rise and fall;

Systematic, insignificant.

Slaves to the system.

 

I see my soul:

A small, tarnishing cog

In the corrupt machine

Of hollow civilisation.

A slave to the world.

 

I do not see life.

 

The iron gears wear away at my being.

There is no God waiting for me.

Descending into emptiness,

Until there is nothing left.

I am replaced.

 

This world is a shadow of mankind’s lie.

Find time to live before its time to die.

  • Author: Hali (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 22nd, 2017 13:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here's some stuff that was on my mind. I've been thinking about how people spend their whole lives working, going to school, etcetera, and hardly ever have a chance to escape. This is not a finished poem, I'll come back to it later and make some improvements. Just some thoughts.
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 66
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Comments2

  • Baylee

    A different perspective.. I love it

  • Goldfinch60

    God write.



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