Endless Youth

The past is a prison only the names, faces and dates change.

When I close my eyes, I'm frightened of love

Ignoring the mess we're in (there are things to pass the time)

Lies stick into the heart (dreams run wild down the drain) 

When I open my eyes, I'm frightened of the world.

Taught the mistakes of the past just to inflict them once again 

Replacable heads, renamable places (all that changes are the names and faces)

Towns that once stood up for something (become just like any other town)  

We've learnt our lesson by being outpriced of an education. 

A thorn in time Thatcher recycled for the Murdoch production line.

Blood glistens on TV all wounds are rosier in print (sick to death no-one listens)   

Never-ending clutter (there is no end just what's dreamt, invented and failed) 

Rotting roses pulled from the roots, no war can be won cause we're all casualties. 

Unafraid to die, time wears out even restless souls.

(Workers, mothers and real heroes get forgotten

Simply cause they ain't on fancy china or in the pages of history)

Afraid to live, impassioned spirits on trial the past is our prison.

Reviews

[Mary E. Green]

Dang! This is downright brutal but awesome! Great job!

[A.Lee]

I love the imagery in this. Very striking, I felt like I was holding my breath through the entire piece. Especially in the first stanza. Great work.

[Ruth]

This is purgatory on all levels!
Wow, maybe you caught my mood at a downer but this is tear inducing! In a good way lol
xx

[Lady Lazarus.]

a beautiful brutal piece full of incredible imagery and a tone of fear.
I love it.