Inheritance

There is a discontent that flows beneath the surface

beneath the infomercials vapid smiles and inane chatter

The plastic packaged perfection that fills americas hungry souls

will no longer fill

And so it cracks

exposing what we dont want to see

or hear or feel

as the inconvenient realities leach through

Yet the hurt is so deep so all encompassing

It runs snaking splitting without an end

or beginning 

There is a sense ofpowerlessnes

of inadequecy

of who are we? to stop this

whatever this is.

Perhaps it is easier to hide to be dissolved

into that bright world of infinate desire

that mirage floating in a barren wasteland

of the dead and dying

Just shut your eyes and hum loudly

Perhaps, perhaps those fingernails scrabbling at the door 

are only your imagination after all.

Author's Note

Title?
I'm not sure if this is finished or not...

Reviews

[Aradie Rain]

Creepy, "perhaps those fingernails scrabbling at the door are only your imagination after all" very alluring. I love it, speaks true message too.
I think it could be finished but it could also have more to it, that depends on you :)
~Aradie