Lost
I'm only 18,
yet I already feel like I'm gasping for my last breath of youth
As the days pass
I'm realizing more and more
that my life is going nowhere
My well of inspiration and ideas is drying up
My situation never seems to get any better
I don't know if it's because it can't
or because I'm not really trying
I'm not sure if I even care
I'm a strong representation of this lost generation
of dreamers
hopeless romantics
and rebels
Our lives are spiraling down the drain
at an alarming rate
None of us are really sure if it matters
So we continue to fall futher down into this black abyss
that helps blind us
and trys to sheild us
from how messed up everything is
It only becomes a cause for concern
when you sober up enough to see
what's right in front of you
Will it get better?
Will it get worse?
As long as we stay inebriated enough
to not give a damn
We'll be just fine
Who knows?
I could be president someday.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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