Irony

 The only question left to pose is whether or not right is wrong,

Black is white, good is bad, up is down, and hot is cold.

The question of life is still unknown,

The answer however is quite popular among teens,

And we ask ourselves “WHY?” but that is not the question,

Not for a numerical answer,

Now, my dear, tell me

How do you feel, now that you wasted your youth?

Do regrets get stuck in your throat?

Do they cut you? Make you choke?

“Youth is wasted on the young”, yes to some extent…

But why must be wisdom wasted on the old?

Can they sabotage the system somehow?

Pretend to hold on to your thoughts, my dear.

For in a blink of an eye they will be stolen

Publicized in the Valley of Shame

For all to see, and you to relive your misery.

 

You moved on, completely unharmed,

Your circuits removed, you dry prune…

You found the Question to the Answer…

And Life’s ironic touch… the sudden and painful death of a saint.

Reviews

[Emmie M]

I noticed a random rhyming scheme in the middle of the poem. A great poem with a nice lesson. Tis true that we teens wish and rush our youthood away. Great poem! Continue working!

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wow, ok, some powerful words here,,, i don't know how to make of them,, cause I don't know the situation or it could be fiction.. never the less, it was great!!

[Sapphire Balasquez]

ooh! i like the beginning and the end, around the middle i was wondering if you had a set rhyme scheme cuz rhymes kept popping up but in strange places that I wasn't expecting them to. on the... 2nd line i think it is where it says "up and down" i wondered if you meant to say "up is down" cuz that would fit better... I think that's all I have to suggest for you, I like this poem! ^^