Another Lost Generation

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem in class one day, contemplating society as I usually find myself doing. Sometimes we all question the way things are. Finding who we are and what direction to take in life is no easy task, but it's worth it.

Submitted: June 21, 2014

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Submitted: June 21, 2014



We all fall into the same pattern

Second in line, second best

You think you are the only one

Another day of deceiving faces, and empty words don’t mean a thing

We’re all dragging our feet with selfish intentions in mind

Hanging our heads as we fall back on old habits

Intransigence in a quest for familiarity

Expecting so much, it’s the same as spelling out disaster.


You slide the key out of your back pocket

And it falls just out of reach

Refusing to give in to false compromise

It’s so easy to toss away the only source of hope

And watch your life pass you by, one frame at a time

Watch as they raise the dimming light above your head

A soft whisper escapes from their lips

Eyes grow wide and thoughts rush by

And I wonder again just when will this feeling end.


A breath of fresh air brings nostalgic memories

But now I’m choking on what I can’t make sense of

Is this how a dying flame feels,

Devoid of its source of oxygen?

Without a sign of protest,

Shouts of generations past falling on deaf ears

And I wonder just how long it will be before this feeling ends.

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