A GENERATION'S BURDEN

Empty and misguided by events unknown, words flee from this broken voice. There are no answers waiting for the mind and no signs of a sunrise. Advice that should be echoing throughout the night falls silent into the fire. Pills are not the required cure and yet there is little resistance. PAIN resumes its constant knocking on flesh and bone. No escape inside the waters depth. The Pacific holds only regret. Paradise becomes shattered beneath the weight of dying memories. Where to go when all vision is canceled and returned to birth? Art is questioned by the critic who knows nothing of true art. Times mirror appears to be revealing a self-reflection of a generation's burden. Doubt, hatred and liquid abuse consumes all thoughts and failed actions. The hour is young, the minutes are toxic and the air is under control. Technology moves without restriction, giving off a future sense of ignorance. A tired soul asks for a helping hand, receiving only the cold breath and dark intention from a strange reception. The Cold War is still in play between the Sun and the Moon. Hazy and disoriented have become these days of late, giving no credit to fate. Stolen moments are left out in the darkening street and these static eyes continue to see clear and far.