Tattered and torn
Not in its threads
But in its core
A shadow of what once was
-----
That shining city
Atop high ground
Now dim and dark
Like ruins of old
-----
"We" did this
But no not I, nor mine
"They" did this
In the dark of night
-----
And now they revel
In there twisted Utopia
Their sickened paradise
Of ill and pain
-----
Can we, the people
Ever recover?
Or is our essence
Gone for all time?
-----
I have to hold out hope
My very spirit has no choice
But it's getting harder and harder
Not to be consumed
-----
For great deception and great lies
Abuses of power and ego highs
Are hard to overcome
When they attack everyone
About the Creator
Jason A
Writer, photographer and graphic design enthusiast with a professional background in journalism, poetry, e-books, model photography, portrait photography, arts education and more.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
RunPee App
I was going through the stories I wrote way before Vocal and found a series I’d penned on the American movie industry. I covered the economics of making and distributing movies, the ways the movie industry responds to modern challenges such as MeToo movement and the streaming technologies, and other topics, including some movie reviews.
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in Geeks
Comments (2)
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more.
Excellent poem. Thank you for sharing.