Mistook
A word for a new episode
The way the neo-world behaves
Submitting into odd cultures
Where else everything abandoned gathers dust
"Tragedies" they say
What we write
Nonetheless, I felt shame
Shame for the present generation

All is lost
None is found
A shimmering light couldn't possibly save a couldron
Which is rusted black
And soot gathers within
but we incorperated with it
Trivial indeed
The minds of modern replicates the lost
No miracle is left to salvage
And dreams are left as fairytales

Decipher of you will
The tragedy I unfold
For I have resolve to nothing
The time packed for us is tightening
And bodyparts are left bound
Sad indeed, to them they say
"You write tragedies, yawn....."
For I write poems, not tragedies