I can’t remember
A time
When we had the bliss
Of youth
A time
When the adolescent generation
Wasn't faced
With such a perilous future
They expect us to succeed
But they’ve set us up for failure
How can we thrive
In a world
Where tensions rise
Where World War III is a concern
Where your opinion is so harshly judged
You can’t speak freely anymore
How can the adolescent generation
Be expected
To save the human race
When all we’ve ever known
Is how to harm it?
We were rising.
Like twin flames,
Dancing in the darkness,
Spreading warmth to the stars.
In my mind,
You were a star,
Radiating your astronomical light onto me.
Everything’s blurry
But I can’t stop writing
If I take my pen off the paper I’ll break,
I’ll shatter
I stop writing my heart will bleed rivers of words,
Words I can never say aloud
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen your face
That I’m starting to forget
The color of your eyes
And the way you smile
But I’ll always remember
The way you cared
The leaves fall
Comments
I hear your concerns, and want to validate them. There's a lot that the older generations have done and are currently doing to muck up the world for young people, when it comes to climate change, wars overseas, etc. But we can't lose hope! There is still so much to live for and to strive for, if we can remember to look for it. (Or at least there's always love, in any case -- love for our friends, family, pets, and someday-partners.)
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