I took on the world
Innocent and carefree
Unstained and optimistic
But shattered I stood, by what I see.

Hopeful about the essential nature of us
Sanguine about my mission’s future thus
Humanity doesn’t matter to Ryan and Bryan
My phantasm broken, I stood in disillusion.

I sought refuge in the verses of seers
I sought sanctuary in the wisdom of philosophers
Found no solace, wanted but could not let it be
At last! The revelation came to me.

We must fight
Though, maybe, the dice is already cast
The farmer tills his land
For he must.

poetry, personal, reflective

poetry

Last updated 226 days ago by vivekchakraverty