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.
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Author:
Hali (
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- 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
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Comments2
A different perspective.. I love it
God write.
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