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Personal (Melancholy) You are the reason
I'm so fucked-up.
I know it wasn't
your intention
or your aspiration.
But that doesn't
change the fact that
I'm so fucked-up.
You filled my mind
with insecurities
and doubts like your's was.
The ones before you left
you with the same thoughts
as you bestowed upon me.
And cycles do what they do
-over and over again-
and on and on, we go.
For years I've tried to
reverse the damage
that's been done
and turn back the harm.
But handed down rejection
leaves permanent scars,
deeper every generation.
I applaud this response, in
I applaud this response, in your excellent style, to old man Larkin's poem.
Starward
The paradox of blame and
The paradox of blame and responsibility across generations.
As the song Living Years goes: "Every generation / blame the one before / And all of their frustrations / come beating down your door."
I do not believe that this cycle exists in all societies. And most certainly, if it does, in some realms it's very subtle and often goes unnoticed, unsaid. I think that the cycle, and even more so the perceptions of it, are largely a product of excess and spoils of empire. Those living closer to the ground have far less time, and reason, to see themselves as a bi-product of a previous generation.