EducationThe wisdom of the ages
falls deaf on silent ears,
when those of 'better' knowledge
lack in better years.
The words they speak are naught but verse,
a pretty, failing void;
They barter time and trade despair,
and on ignorance are sold.
They traipse about with jaunty stride-
flinging thoughtless wording
like an idiot savant.
To all those who have viewed them,
they are deemed to be unfit;
For who would suffer morons
when they have but half a wit?
In truth, they are our future,
but 'tis a future that I'd fear;
Too many of this generation
talk and will not hear.
They crave with desperation
a life too dark and harrowed,
for live lived in deprivation
'tis a point of view too narrowed.
They do not seek a power inside,
instead, they seek a chalice;
in which all the world's a stage-
but 'tis a poison breeding malice.
Oh- I weep!
for the years that lie ahead-
my brain rebels in horror,
my heart bleeds, raw and red;
The youth are turning old enough,
the future is uncertain;
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the one deep enough to swallow everything you are,
everything you've been,
everything you've wanted.....
I don't know if what you see is the truth,
or even reality,
but you see something.
I see only pain,
and past mistakes repeating;
a black hole that never ends,
and never goes away inside.
Can you taste the disappointment,
the ravaging yearning to be normal,
If you could,
you might understand how your words
have cut me to the core,
how inside I am a mere mortal
trying to survive,
trying to succeed;
you might love me,
if you knew.
This hell cannot be escaped,
cannot be pushed to the side every day-
sometimes it reaches up its arms and takes me back
into its despairing embrace,
where I know I will never be free.
Can you understand what it means
to quake with fear at the thought of yourself?
To never know that you are truly in control of your destiny,
Were you to live a day in my head,
you would never look at the