FREE ESSAY ON LONG POEM

LONG POEM

Hi
I think
I say
I cry
For we can't see
Or realize
Our fate
Not shown 
yet casted in slate
The grown
Don't even hesitate
to ignore
and wait to late
for
They see it as a chore
too broad a subject 
to explore
too set
our ways
too closed our doors
to many days
have come and gone
not correcting what is wrong
yet still
life 
goes on
Why do we learn to share
as youths
The truth
we still don't see
for you and me
forgot
it's trapped inside our thoughts
not coming out
not free
to be
about
nothing i can say aloud
but
proud
i will write
no worry's of a fight
not scared 
of the bite
Greed
to want
not to need
to bite the hand that feeds
i want more
demand
don't pleed
cut down the tree
don't plant the seed
how long until we see
me
i can't be
the only one
there are tons
why don't they talk
and walk the walk
our length of time
is unknown
before
the bomb
will be blown
and cast the shadow
on every home
then
no issues to discuss
no talk
no fuss
no trucks
no bus
no passion
no lust
no shine
just rust
just a faint gust of past
how the humans
did not last
Neverending
is time
like a crime 
that plagues or mind 
tick tock
we don't stop
and think
to be
and feel the sea
and the grass
between
our toes
the fragrence
to our nose
why 
when it's time to die
we try and absorb
like we've never
been here before
time 
keeps us sore
deep
into the core
more and more
it will sink
for
we will never link
the fact 
that 
time equals stress
the crest 
of our attitudes
all longitudes
and latitudes
a
build up
of 
filled up
emotion
it's time
to meet the quotient
Still we sit
and wait to teach
to late
we can't convense ourselves
just keep 
stacking on the shelves
maybe 
even
we try
but it is that
you have to pry
for these or
our lives
but 
ignorence is bliss
or is it this
we will accept
as we have left
cancer
to grow 
the hair to fro
the boat to row
the seas to flow
until they flood
upon our lands
passed our sands
into our hands
a burrdon
is
placed
tiss
we were graced
but thats erased
shot into space
a place
we don't know
scared 
we are of this
the great obiss
whats waiting
for us to miss
slowly
we are hesitating
this
to me
feels degrating
why sit
react
procrastation killed the cat
or something like that
we dream of what
we wish was fact
like a shell
not yet cracked
why
are we here 
comes a tear to my eye
as if we
are just a lie 
a small
small
peice of pie
not to tall
not to wide
but still
we are stuck inside
the crust is flustered
with the dust
from our minds
and time
and greed
and what we think
we do not see
and the way we
only focus
on whats presented 
to our 
imagination
we can't wait
too long
lets make the wrong
become the wrongs
turn the wisper
into a song
for soon
we will be gone
until then
life goes on...
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