Children of Lost Passion

Children of Lost Passion

 

 

We’re mindlessly smart

We always hit the bullseye

But we always miss our mark

We never felt the choice to fly

We just march, marching in the dark

 

We’re living for the hell of it

We’re waiting for the suit and tie

We’ve lost our souls and lost our wit

All we’ve left is to get rich and die

 

Some dreamt of fighting fires

No dreams now: just soiled sleep

We’re eighteen and waiting to retire

All that education, and now we’re sheep

 

Eyes that can’t revive.

Ice in our stiff backs.

Ask us why we’re alive

We remember how to laugh

 

Poor doctor. Poor lawyer. Poor little rich kid.

Poor b***h got everything, candy and clothes

Glazed-eyes has little left of the Freudian id

They say there’s a thorn in every rose

 

“Success” is so much more bitter than sweet

Smells of honey, tastes of ten-year old coffee

Secretly we’re still sucking old mum’s teat

But we’ll act high, mighty, and cocky

 

All this but nothing to claim

No pride, no ownership, only spite

We could throw it all to flame

So restless is our nightmared night

 

We’ve lost, if we ever had, passion

Thus we’ve lost, if we ever had, ourselves

Our faces now joyless and ashen

Our trophies line the shelves

 

 

 

Reviews

[Number51]

For the past few minutes I've been sitting here, trying to put in to words what I think of this poem. My earlier drafts included references to Pink Floyd's Animals and Wish You Were Here (specifically songs like Dogs, Sheep, and Welcome to the Machine), but when reading this poem, the words and mood rise and fall from and almost hissing anger to a forlorn sensation of lost hope, as if humanity's collective soul just died on the operating table, and while I don't think we're quite to the point of no return that vibe that I get from the last stanza, the whole thing was very impacting and fantastic and I'm just gonna stop rambling now.

[D.L]

Starting off with something completely irrelevant, I love Wish You Were Here. Besides that, that's for the review. The poem was originally intended to be about a certain group of people more than humanity in general, but I see your point. And I like how you phrase it, how our "collective soul just died...." When I wrote it, I was more trying to reflect how it felt being forced into ambitions that were not your own, and losing your sense of self, and sense of pride, as a result. But that's the beauty of poetry. Each can read it how they like.

[MomzillaNC]

Masterfully stated… a visceral indictment of self-absorbed humanity.

[micky]

I really love this piece it is honest and exactly how I feel sometimes. Well done!!! This poem is seriously awesome;p