Sovereign Choices

29/3/12 Do we make choices or are they made by the world around us? By coincidence and compromise? I hate the idea of being controlled by the fear of becoming what society taught us we shouldn't be

The signs are misleading, declaring our resignation
Before the deterioration of our lives
Destining our dreams to a blunt conclusion.
To looking glass eyes and a prolonged demise.

Though read in dulcet tones this page is my small beckon,
A light in black and white with perhaps no aim but promise,
Seeping through the spaces between words,
That weigh down each line.

In the womb we sign a script to claim their terminal virus as our own.
A disease, a disorder passed down from the infected minds of many,
You can't f*****g stop it.
You cannot beckon cessation.
There is no calling closure to the core of humanity,
the nature of morality,
While we extrinsics bleed and shed the layers of what we didn't want to be
Of ourselves, and the future we were told to want but never needed.

Author's Note

Might be grammar problems, as with a lot of my personal writing, thank you for reading!

Reviews

[Horizon K.]

Your poems are layered with overt meanings and hidden implications. You use your words well.
As for societies expectations and how they mould us, definitely something to meditate on.

[Ohhhwillow]

Thank you!