Bleak

Azura Nightsong

Zombies trudge through barren fields
The greens of grass bleeding to grey
They fall upon the swords they wield
And lose their minds within the fray.

Useless murmurs building up
Until it's screaming through our brains
Does it matter what water is in the cup?
They slit our wrists for their own gain.

The endless day's monotony
A never ending cycle repeats
We work all day for nothing's free
All night we toss in search of sleep

I spilled my soul across the page
The slanted scrawl tints paper red
Tear stains caused by your deceit
A year of lies and promises said

What's the point of humanity
If this is all we're meant to be
I wish everyone could just see
Before this damn world gets to me.

  • Author: Azura Nightsong (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 24th, 2017 08:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is just kinda how I feel about the state of the planet right now. It frustrates me to no end, and this seems to be the only thing I can do-write poetry.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry and subscribe to My Poetic Side ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors Weekly news

Comments1

  • malubotelho

    Azura, I love this poem and the way you wrote it. So beautifuly sad. Thanks for sharing.



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.