Photographs remind forgotten lore
leaving me pondering, desiring more.
Happier times, my being begrimes
nowadays life is sadness galore
much experienced, thus distanced from before.
Occurrences of life altered emotions
notions of cheerless oceans and blissful potions:
In the distressing sea I swim alone,
contentment’s chemistry is currently unknown
and to others irrationally condone.
Kindness indeed transformed to greed-
this is flawed, with no fraud
but subconsciously happening abroad.
With this, but not only this
we dismiss virtue, rejecting bliss.
Innocence nothing but a remembrance,
an acquaintance from infancy
that with intimacy was blown to dust.
Purity was merely the misleading crust
hiding and blinding the world from lust.
Helpless against our own desires,
ruthless, our egotistical mind conspires.
Uncaring for casualties, harm did befall,
fatalities and brutalities in our lives shall dwell.
Reality will forever be a sin short from hell. |