Chewing On Glass…

Not sure if this will be getting through
The suns been hidden behind the moon
Reflecting light back into the darkness
Lakes swelling with the blood of the dead
I’d like to think the time to rest is now
But there’s no end to how far we must go
Stretching skin to make new blankets
Drying organs to pass a time gone by
Ancient traditions once thought lost to the sky
We’ll find some use for everything
Efficiency is my only pride in this life
Waste not anything except my time
The garbage piling up
New mountains built in the sky
Monuments to those who’ve left us behind
Souvenirs from a better time than this
I was born in the wrong decade
And I’m expected to die with all of this
Diseases carried on the roots of our tongues
Words that we can’t take back
From actions that are not ours
The pen might be mightier than the sword
But none of that matters as we watch it burn
The pages of our diaries and the list of our concerns
No one stood to listen instead they just ignored
The words… our words treated like stones
Glass cracking all around me
I can’t stop all the screaming
Under the pressure to keep on moving
For the rest of us and our depleting bones
Grind to a halt for the things we do not know
Sugar rotting our brains
Prescriptions keeping us in line
I have zero faith it will work over time
Tolerance isn’t something we can take
Not when we are so used to getting our way
Growing old isn’t for the weak
It is however for someone who isn’t me
Who knew hunting for happiness
Would only make it die…
The farmers before us?
The savages that came before them?
The ignorant people we call our parents?
I’m sitting in a reflective space
Waiting on answers
That already seem in place