Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2140223
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Entertainment · #2140223
This is a short, simple, and stupid little poem. Still, it was fun to write.
This is No Fantasy.

In a land of howling winds.
A hero is born to save the world again,
Destined for fire,
Hailing from the Spire.
This came most likely from a liar.

In this world there is no fantasy.
It is only what you can see.
Many people are held by desire,
Of something they can’t acquire.
Cursing their parents,
For something not apparent.

Dying as they lived.
Because they were contentedly deprived,
Of their time, now instead,
Of families cheering they sulk in dread.

All because someone incoherently ended their life,
Craving the spice,
That made their desire.
They used it to get higher
So they won’t see rock bottom.
Even their families claim they have a problem

These people live in a fantasy,
Which many of you would agree it’s a calamity
Sadly the youth is subsumed to this slum
So I need you to show them what their life has become
Remind them of their mortality,
Because you only get one life in this fantasy.
© Copyright 2017 Rudis Bello (rudisbello at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2140223