What We Have Created


creation; a virtual reality
and with the monotonous repetition of its totality
we are burdened with discrete insanity
hidden within our working membranes
we grow a disdain
for the necessary evil dancing on our pain
the cons to procreation
is obscure
appearing completely pure
the allure
of its SWeet breath as it touches
and tantalizes the human mind
we are floating on thoughts we plan to obliterate but
thoughts are energy
and no matter the hate
we can never destroy them
the need to constantly improve earth
even though its already perfect
were jumping out of windows
from paradises
ones we fail to realize are already great
the daunting gruesome pictorials of our own perspectives

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem