human life
Location
our life is filled with debauchery and decadence
we start wanting to be held
and scream at our discontents.
gratitude becomes meaningless bouts of words
and narssicism takes place
of our natural blackbirds.
to what do we owe our lives to?
alcohol and drugs seem to be the only things that matter
in our trivial view.
This poem is about:
My family
My community
My country
Our world