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Mar 2017
How much longer can this last?      Days of pleasure and cheap instant noodles


No hope in the progress of the mind
Only the self satisfaction of mental hubris and the pedantic hedonism that

reigns supreme
                                                   Can this last any longer?
I don’t see light in this life
As I sit in the home of my mother and father, wondering what
could have been

Maybe there isn’t peace,    

              and life is the illusion of the fantasy we create
How could this go on any longer?


Am I still seen as human?                Or just the pawns of the same hedonistic indulgences
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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