Miserable England.A Poem by Tinotenda NyevedzanaiPoem - ATCWhere in the world is my human value? What purpose do I have if I don't have you? If I don't have anybody life's worthless. Comitted misfitted lovers troubled by each other in pity we suffer. We are the tortured souls, Feeling all alone in overpopulation But we don't know what to do, Individually or as a Nation So we recluse into the safety net of our own isolation We have lost control, become the destruction out of creation. So we build and we buy and we shield our desires because there's no sense or normality in a bewildered society. Nobody wants to work as slaves but then they cage themselves every day Looking away from each other trying to change who they are for the better ignoring the deranged new modern humanity "Lifestyle." - life matters. Stop being sad and blocking it out trying to feel something by blotting light out We're all shattered with no motivation Drained of every sort of emotion, Looking around desperate for guidance Support us please as we look for meaning or some clue what to do. Or should we keep dreaming? Move about from place to place, People just seem to be running away, Chasing after nature a way to feel not this numb constant state of pain that isn't real it rains down here It drizzles, It's toxic, miserable England. © 2015 Tinotenda NyevedzanaiAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on March 22, 2015 Last Updated on March 25, 2015 AuthorTinotenda NyevedzanaiDallas, KentAboutJust a fifteen year old who enjoys reading and writing. Music makes me happy. New works are in the making and are going to be published soon more..Writing
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