Ha... The world has changed. The things we used to hold dear have become too difficult to carry and death has become really easy a path to take. There is pain now and for some that is all they know. There is abuse called love and bad habits called hobbies now. We have changed.
Friends! Friends!! Ha... They are the dangerous ones. They sit with you, eat with you and they don't hesitate to kill you if the offer is right. They look you in the eye and smile as they take everything you have and love and expect you to understand that it is just life. The strong have survived for too long and now the weak, sly and slippery are rising like dead bodies to the top and we call it progress.
The innocent ones, the babies, the kiddies in pinafore's, skipping and throwing skipping stones into quiet streams, where are they? Where are the community parks and recreation that kept them safe? What happened to innocence and the slow process of learning that it had to go through to gain experience? What is this force feeding of experience? What is this, I ask?
There are no places of peace now. Even the paradises are now filled with demons stained in blood dressed in cheap sheepskin jackets pretending to be there for the food, the booze and the rest. Where can we find peace, if we can't find it in our own homes?
Love? Forget about it. Who we love us who are broken and cold. Who will embrace us who gave become used to the darkness and the taunting silence of our beds? Love like friendship is all on the lips of all and few take actions to show what they mean when they say they love. I am not one of them.
We don't even love ourselves no more. People are scared to look themselves in the mirror because they don't like who they've become. Some of us have let the opinions of people who do not know us condemn us and now we creep through the shadows, hiding our imperfections, our supposed sins, our guilts behind all sorts of covers. The world has changed.
Why is there so much pain here? Why do governments speak of economic growth as if economic growth brings happiness? Why do countries speak of economic growth when the masses moan and gnash their teeth in the darkness of their rooms? Why do brothers kill brothers for flimsy reasons and daughters kill mothers to be free? Why are elephants in the bush more secure than a baby in her crib? What has changed? The world has changed.
I have given up hope for better days. I have lost the zeal to struggle and fight. I take my days as they come, with nothing but silence. I eat, I sleep, I dream. This world has changed and I am quite sure the darkness I feel is no stranger to you. But you have hope, don't you? I envy you. Good morning.
©warpedpoetic, 2019.
