Futile Dreams

A poem about the meaninglessness of existence

Twisted
Like overgrown foliage
Wild with offence
Beautiful by default
Not measured to standards
For good reason
The shortfall becomes
A new kind of normal
A beast filled with weather
Hateful and benevolent
If ever the wind blows
Ever so different

Disney eats it's heart out
For the rapunzel
Holding a noose
Made from her own dignity
For the sleeping beauty
Her insomnia curtailed
As she finally breathes deep
The bottle rolling from her fingers

The Pocahontas shops
At Walmart in crocs
The little mermaid
Is a piscetarian
Cinderella sits high
On cash jobs to immigrants
And the beauty
Lives in the beast as one

Angels are laughing
As existence weeps
The dead are more alive
While the living die
Time is a commodity
Health is the greatest gamble
The good die young
While the young die on

The old judge us
With clouded eyes
Forgetting themselves
Their walking corpses
They died long ago
Just like we are now
When their dreams choked them
With their failure

Dream sweet if you can
Poison will soon dissolve
And you too will feel
Twisted and ugly

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

This is the meaning of existence with a vengeance!

Seem every section of population, area, type age and far, far more have been included in an extraordinary enquiry. analysis then declaration. Need re. read and cogitate; no arguments but far more thought from me.. walking your dramatic stream of thought. A share well worth sharing.

'Angels are laughing
As existence weeps
The dead are more alive
While the living die
Time is a commodity
Health is the greatest gamble
The good die young
While the young die on''

That says so much, particularly that final phrase..