Emotional Rack

Society is the trigger that defines a man’s life,
Russian roulette, each short as deadly as the next
Holding our breathes we hope for the worst,
Coz that’s all that is in sight.

Our eyes remain dry, while emotions build up inside.
Society has taught us not to cry and like a desert we inhibit love.

Scars and wounds get infected by hate and rage,
For evil is a parasite that feeds off weakness and pain.
Prisons and grave yards are all that remind us of who we really are.

Yet our eyes remain dry, while emotions build up inside.
Society has taught us not to cry and like a desert we inhibit love.

If God seated at His thrown, weeps at the sight of a wasted life
Then who are we as mere men not to cry?

And so I weep for all men who have been prohibited from shedding a tear
I weep for what society wrecked
For I am an emotional rack.

Todays best new poem was written by Deza.

 

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