The nuclear family died.
We are a generation raised by our mothers
Absent fathers
Broken families with weak men

Lost souls and hungry ghosts
Violently propelled into the shadows
of our parent’s failures.

Paralyzed with an inability
to escape our latchkey childhood.

Broken at the core
Attempting to collect the pieces
Maintaining relationships
Unsure of what happiness should look like.

We are obsessed with our own careers
Feeling a need to conquer life
Never knowing what is enough
or what it will take to satiate our desires.

A generation of excess
Self-goals
Singular experiences
Half-hearted triumphs
and unwavering self-defenses.

I refuse this new paradigm
Refuse to believe love is a burnt out city
Dilapidated and abandoned
Desperate and alone.

I will not become the archetype of my generation
Devoid of hope
Broken
Listless and stagnant.