Do you know what happens,
After each of us is gone?
And winds go on to blow the same,
Past and fleeting your last song.
No longer will a human mind,
What she wore and what he did.
Remembrance drifts to sorrow
Passed on from kid to kid.
Twenty generations from now,
Not a single soul will ache.
Just as twenty generations from them,
No one will care, god’s sake!
It’s time to gnaw it in our brains,
Nothing we do is hardly worth it.
Lies are spoon fed, silver platters,
Yet we really don’t mean shit.
Opposing though and you will see,
The optimistic point of view.
Earth and planets, galaxies,
Depend on me and you.
YOU ARE READING
specters
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from depression, mental illness, eating disorders, finding love and other topics.
