Lost in thoughts i walk and walk,
walked my days in a shell of shock.
Things around are not the same,
life has become a guessing game.
World of man had peace and charm,
Love and happniess a pastured farm.
The esscence of love was in the air,
we could hardly find a doctrinaire.
Weapons were made to protect and feed,
not to watch - people weep and bleed,
Greed and jealousy grew and grew,
like lacy foilage of meadow rue.
Time has past and the world is sad
people have changed to raving mad
Here we are just take a look,
the world today a disaster book.
Hi Joshua! Thanks for the comment on "Her." At first, while I was writing this poem, I really wasn't sure what meaning I was trying to get across. And then, when I was finished, I wasn't sure if I even got said point across. *Chuckles* Glad that someone seems to get it! :)
I really like this poem! But more so, I love the third stanza, lines 9-10. I never really connected the thought that, in reality, weapons were meant for survival. It's interesting how you combinded the violence of today with the basic survival of long ago. Really---Awesome work!!