A tear is shed For those who are blind to the beauty of this world Who can only feast on sarcasm, writhing in irony *It soon evaporates. Pictures of a future dressed in ribbons and lace, cast off and burned Pictures of the future carrying disdainful dystopia, infamous for invalids Hung to admire in sublime distaste by those that seek knowledge And see the repetitious antiquities of time that come to pass But others care not for plans and the imminent Those that keep to the light of the gas And carry the past to the present Hoping for trends to try again, reliving what they had never lived Laconic and loquacious in emotions and words Against the gossip, but paradoxically Pushing for the creation of their “ritualistic social Golgotha”. Those who abuse the glory of their munificent, malicious mentality Pathetically unable to procure authentic happiness A tear is shed. Inside the recesses of the soul where emotions dare not dwell. It too evaporates. Trapped in fear and the “cliched harlequin speech of suicide” Begging for the masses to cast them out and find each other A tear is shed. Never seen but felt as it evaporates. Felt by those who envelop themselves inside themselves Those who plagiarize their sick self-conscious souls Those who bring about the very misfortune they strive to devour Those who are effortlessly envied as they exploit their habitual recreations By those who wouldn’t dream of falsified euphoria Those who bastardise and deface the name of creative individualism As waters of the soul are purged and discarded They are felt by those And are quickly washed away in doubt and regret Keeping to the light of the gas, dangerous and warm
Obvious nod to Allen Ginsberg's "Howl" through the words of a whinier teenager from 3 years ago who got it stuck in his head and retrospectively highly dislikes the above poem's diction/syntax but feels obligated to post it for his freshman self's sake.