Poetry Died This Morning
Publications point out that Poetry is dead
And I agree-
For the blind masses of humanity that choose
brainwashing
over
feeling
For The Dumb, that do not have an
appetite for the
destruction of reality
The deaf
that choose to hear
fiction based fallacies
than unveil that pain-still-
preys around children's cribs like boogeymen
Where denial is the safety lock
that keeps these robots going
To the generation
where text and social media courtship
is the new depiction of what love looks like
It is dead
to those who accept the mediocrity of a
strangers validity as truth
In order to continue giving away a snapchat of their life
disconnected from familiarity
So instant gratification can keep
amounting to
numbmified greatness
Poetry is dead
to the generation who just don't FEEL love anymore
Nor pick up a phone
just to make a phone call,
instead let's video chat and hang out
only to stare into bright screens in silence
Romantic, isn't it?
I feel like we just got closer
through this cheap quality time
you decide to give
although you invest more on new gadgets
than listening to discomfort that comes from paper and pen encrypted souls
Poetry is dead
for the rest of the world
who do not have the lyricist
and spoken word as a trending subject
Too busy to see that art is loud and should be listened to
Maybe we don't Facebook enough
Or pop it for the gram
Poetry is dead for those living in reality while I live in abnormality
Checking into rehab with a new note
A hit from the click of the pen
as music and I
create wrinkles in time
while others lose track
Killing the hurt with a comma,
regenerating hope through periods,
Poetry dies in order to give birth to better days.
As we write for change and reincarnation -
Poetry died just for this moment
So I could Rest In Poetry.