Screaming into nothingness,
The darkness absorbs my words;
Saying things from my consciousness,
That are equally absurd.
Where have all the good people went?
This place used to be better than this.
Everyone got their fair chance to make a dent,
Now no-one can see the hard work commence,
Before the greed took over and turned into a popularity contest, and everyone had a good time;
And we used to laugh for hours, write, give each other compliments and have a glass of wine.
Everything used to be fine,
Before commercialisation;
And everyone wanted to write,
In this orange coated nation.
Now it's just a void.
An archived graveyard,
All the good people left,
And so did the talent.
Your words are worth more than anything,
Please don't purge them to make a quick buck;
Don't give it it the trends, don't let them get to your craft or make you think about lingering
Into the dark side, where everything's just a game of luck.
YOU ARE READING
Inflorescence
PoetryI don't wanna be a seed In half bloom, I don't wanna live like that; I wanna become a flower, In full bloom, beaming, don't wanna fall flat. A collection of vignettes, poems, short stories, standalones, ideas and idk what else. Updated whenever.
