Revelations

Scream reverberate in the back of my head.

I close my eyes yet I cant go to bed.

Its times like these that I lament over what I should have said,

The day that the world to me became dead.

The pounding of knowledge never ceases.

The hurt of knowing evil never decreases.

Suddenly I view that all lives are on real estate leases,

Borrowed and beaten, we are all on short leashes.

The world through my eyes is not looking sunny.

Spoiled youth and bitter old equally understand only money.

"So, please, show me your underwear, Honey"

Desensitization makes the news the new funnies.

Ive learned to keep my worries to myself.

Its sad how no one cares about anyone else.

Tradition is becoming an old book on the shelf.

We are ignoring the protocol even for cries for help.

So gone are my rose colored glasses,

And all because of that fate less day,

When I didn't speak of what I was really feeling,

But instead said what I was meant to say..