/lit/ - Literature

>>9539336

I don't usually write poetry. Thoughts?

A Species Gone Mad


Day by day we people walk
in disarray. For, you see,
momentarily, we are lost.
Footprints solidify in stone
atop the eons of which we roam.

Doppelgangers
amidst the barren tracks we follow.

'Dog eat dog' they say,
the rules by which our cousins play(ed).
Trudging through mud and soil,
they eschewed death and turmoil.

Survival, the dreamers future.
Life, a privilege.

Yet, monsters no longer ambush
from trees nor shrubs.
Fear, instead,
dwells in empty lies
and the back of minds.
A body built by ages of survival
withers away in a tidal age
of lonely stillness.