Sweet Silence

Absent minded rambling,
Brain rotting music.
Our culture slowly tumbling
On suicidal lyrics.

No time for love;
Nothing left to save.
As the grip of our glove
Digs our passion a grave.

Just a few of us left
Admiring the quiet night.
With every sunrise a gift,
As we embrace its divine light.

You�re so selfish it hurts�
The more you feed, the more you die.
Life�s joy measured in tiny spurts
I�ll just pick a place to lie.

How much further can you
Destroy our world without cause?
In the beginning we all knew
We�d end ourselves in applause.

With war, hate, separate minds,
How can we stop our destiny?
With disgust so deep it blinds
Living in hell for all eternity.


This poem is original poetry and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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