In with the new, out with the old.

A growing sobriety-

dedicates minds,

thick and thin;

respectfully rearranging,

societies glue.

Where within walls,

loud men signal their disciples.

In homes, they meet accordingly.

Splitting wicks,

while shortening the fuse;

they gaze upon no longer,

sought no further.

Remnants remain just;

A generation worn.
 

Author's Note

This composition is a tad different...I'm expecting mixed reviews, but enjoy...be sure to-Read between the lines-ch

Check out my other work aswell, I will greatly appreciate any feedback!!!

Reviews

[Liza]

conscious creativity without the need of conundrums - i like

[KL]

Honestly man, this is probably my favourite poem of yours. You broke free from rhyme, and it gained you nothing but unadulterated, meaningful insight. Good s**t.

[Emily B]

remnants remain . . . there is wisdom in the quiet words sometimes that just stands alone

beautiful work, Christopher, beautiful work