To Be or Not to Be? That is the Answer

They all seem so cynical.
Selfishly, callously, calculating every last bit of life.
Digging deeper with not a single sign of remorse.
Without moral anguish arising from repentance for past misdeeds; bitter regret.
Tasteless debts served cold on a table set for twelve.
Blood signed letters sever the pangs of conscience to release this dreary rue.
But the Fiend will do what the Fiend will do.
We've all but dug ourselves to hell, we say, "hello"- with no reply.
So we turn our heads to the sky to look for the answers of life.
But we've already sold our soul for make-up and media.
The great Being above, looks down and laughs.
He shakes his head with pity and says, " silly futile little specks,
what makes you think there is a God?"

Reviews

[hopelessromantic]

it does make u think doesn't it

[Dove]

Amazing intro. This poem is very well expressed and it has an impact.

[J.P. Bristow]

Great introduction....the first and last lines really sing with an almost hubristic air or shall I say thinly veiled narcissism ....I liked the form brief and impactful. Thanks-

[Demi Rose]

loved this. it flowed flawlessly.