Opprette

Spur of the moment poem. I'm not the best at writing, but I was compelled to put into words the exact way I felt in this moment.

Opprette

There’s little meaning in the comfort of modern society

Existence plagued by recursion and a hollow sense of self

The infinite possibility of humanity clouded by self interest and greed

Our frontier has no instructions

Just the fog of faith that haunts modernity

Like archaic murals exploded from minds

Of fear and horrifying truth

Human thought is both the destruction and bastion of creation

Thought is the inauguration of creation

Thought is creation

We are creation

Author's Note

I am not a professional by any means, but appreciate all criticism!

Reviews

[ThisIsBatman]

i love how the words just flow. and nice use of big words.