PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Things are about to get hard.
the writing is written on our walls
but still nobody seems to notice.
troubled youth. fighting to survive
less for money or really any purpose.
underneath it all we just bare skin infants.
not knowing where to go or how to take it.

were falling into oppression within ourselves.
suicide goes up. as the sun goes down.
our thoughts sporadic we can't sleep at night
so we become addicts taking in anything that will calm our actions
rumors of a better life compel us to be reckless.
right or wrong never seems to cross our thoughts path.
we act our of emptiness. broken and weary.
we are easily persuaded by media to be our hero's.

heroin injected running from feelings
laying emotionless and thoughtless at the day
hoping it will help us cope with the certainty
of being forever financially fucked. raped of our goodwill.
troubled youth would be jailed before ever trying to be helped to excel.
little motivation many acts of desperation. wishing I could just be their inspiration
maybe hoping to pull them out of the gutter of what is pulling us all under.