Living In Squalor And Decadence
Day 3,298, 04:06
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by Ronald Kray
Greetings and salutations poetry lovers!
In today's edition of my creativity corner I decided to drudge up a very bleak but thoughtful piece of mine that will hopefully get you to challenge the decisions you have made in your own life, maybe also look back on the harder times in your life or see the state it is in now.
As the population of the earth gets bigger and bigger, we do find that the gap between the rich and poor is growing wider at an increasing rate. Not only that, it becomes more obvious to the common person in their day-to-day lives. In my hometown the numbers of people sleeping rough in the streets only grows larger as time goes on. More people in general are struggling, which pushes them into more immediate means of self-gratification such as drugs and alcohol. They are also driven to more illicit means of acquiring wealth. Anything from large scale organized crime to petty theft.
So this poem will hopefully make people think about the society we deal with and the kind of problems it generates for those who have made poorer choices in life or just those less fortunate than us.
Inevitability
The world is an ocean,
a vast expanse of experiences
and I like an avid explorer,
should wish to travel its waters
and behold its many treasures.
Instead it's the cold streets I dwell,
where I scrape an existence
from this filthy pavement.
This den of liars and thieves,
It's blackened sense of morality
breaks my heart and faith,
leaving me soulless and corrupt,
like my forsaken peers.
It is here I look back,
to past journeys and lost opportunities.
A time when every day was fresh
with new life and constant discovery.
Though my memory is dark and faint,
I see my previous golden chances
lost in the ignorance and idiocy of youth.
But my past does not scar me.
I take great comfort in misery,
life being so observable and real.
It is when you are safe and happy
that you begin to lose sight.
Not merely of the pain around you,
but of what you've yet to experience.
Our beginning is a blank slate,
with etchings of possible futures.
Our journeys, unfathomable.
We can't be so sure
that we were born for anything,
but one inevitability remains,
an assurance that equals us all:
that we are born to die.
Today's musical feature was A Desolation Song by Agalloch
If you are still of sounds mind after reading all please be sure to vote, subscribe and leave a comment telling me how sad and lonely you are as well as how terrible your life is (please don't, I will get too many comments then). Make sure to check out the news feed regularly for new content along the way as well as the next poetry article on Sunday. But until then, see you all next time and thanks for reading!
In today's edition of my creativity corner I decided to drudge up a very bleak but thoughtful piece of mine that will hopefully get you to challenge the decisions you have made in your own life, maybe also look back on the harder times in your life or see the state it is in now.
As the population of the earth gets bigger and bigger, we do find that the gap between the rich and poor is growing wider at an increasing rate. Not only that, it becomes more obvious to the common person in their day-to-day lives. In my hometown the numbers of people sleeping rough in the streets only grows larger as time goes on. More people in general are struggling, which pushes them into more immediate means of self-gratification such as drugs and alcohol. They are also driven to more illicit means of acquiring wealth. Anything from large scale organized crime to petty theft.
So this poem will hopefully make people think about the society we deal with and the kind of problems it generates for those who have made poorer choices in life or just those less fortunate than us.
Inevitability
The world is an ocean,
a vast expanse of experiences
and I like an avid explorer,
should wish to travel its waters
and behold its many treasures.
Instead it's the cold streets I dwell,
where I scrape an existence
from this filthy pavement.
This den of liars and thieves,
It's blackened sense of morality
breaks my heart and faith,
leaving me soulless and corrupt,
like my forsaken peers.
It is here I look back,
to past journeys and lost opportunities.
A time when every day was fresh
with new life and constant discovery.
Though my memory is dark and faint,
I see my previous golden chances
lost in the ignorance and idiocy of youth.
But my past does not scar me.
I take great comfort in misery,
life being so observable and real.
It is when you are safe and happy
that you begin to lose sight.
Not merely of the pain around you,
but of what you've yet to experience.
Our beginning is a blank slate,
with etchings of possible futures.
Our journeys, unfathomable.
We can't be so sure
that we were born for anything,
but one inevitability remains,
an assurance that equals us all:
that we are born to die.
Today's musical feature was A Desolation Song by Agalloch
If you are still of sounds mind after reading all please be sure to vote, subscribe and leave a comment telling me how sad and lonely you are as well as how terrible your life is (please don't, I will get too many comments then). Make sure to check out the news feed regularly for new content along the way as well as the next poetry article on Sunday. But until then, see you all next time and thanks for reading!
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This is great!
A literary corner on Erepublik.
Thanks for appreciating it! I thought it would make a change from all the regular stuff that gets posted.
Totally agree - thought-provoking. Thanks for posting it.
Have to admit, my life is not terrible. I am one of the fortunates, and am always aware that the majority of the world is far less so. I try to do my part to help alleviate suffering across the world. It may be a drop in the ocean, but the ocean is comprised of many drops.
While I do believe in giving help to your fellow man, I think it is very important for people to learn to enjoy their lives and not bog themselves down with the suffering of others. On the other hand, plenty of people gain their pleasure in helping others, and they are very welcome to do so 🙂
It is my pleasure to offer help to those in need, and in particular, to a planet in need. Unless we care for and cherish our blue marble in the universe, the plight of those less fortunate than we will only become worse.
I think that the heartless and mindless compulsion of the very fortunate to seek more material gain is what is ruining life on earth for those at the bottom. While I am all for people earning affluence and getting theirs, I have a big problem with doing it thoughtlessly at the expense of others.