A Disappearance of Childhood

A poem about the deteriorating youth.

Old man watches on the world,

Remembering better times,

this is what humans seeking?

It is the end of the line

He stands desperate,

As he watches the falling of ideals.

They burst into little pieces 

Visible only for the eyes of martyrs

Raping the innocence.

Some say ignorance is a bless,

But it makes us worry, 

About things we should not really care.

 

Author's Note

NOT FINISHED NOT FINISHED NOT FINISHED NOT FINISHED NOT FINISHED

Any suggestions?

Reviews

[j]

I like it so far, mostly the last verse, I think, after talking to you(for a bit) it really reflects you, those lines.
I can't wait for you to finish it!:)

Not finished? I'm curious of more... I think you said all in a few lines.

Perfectly done!

E.L.

[Celestial Witch Child]

Beautiful as usual. (:

[Pax]

is that the little you in the picture. im not sure what to suggest, i think you should write what you really felt in writing this. and so far its very good.

[Balance]

Thanks Tai! but trust me buddy this poem need some major developments and changes!

[Tai Ryens]

Ah, I have no suggestions whatsoever with this one. I'm pleased at what you have created so far, and I look forward to reading the completed work