Lost Poem
Incorrigible
Incorrect – uncorrectable
Ideas incorporeal
Beginnings to incept
Ideology to inject
A reality too surreal to accept
An indifference that infects
A fate begins to seal
Evidence to detect
Death at the door and loss at your heels
Realization life is a wreck
Too afraid of the now, the real.
Face the charade of your situation
Face how disappointment feels
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
