Treasure Island

Corey Jones

(11/23/1992 / Atlanta, GA)

A to Z


Alone in the world,
Betrayed by those who cared.
Chaos ensued...
Damaging our future.
Excitement was felt;
Forgotten over time...
Guilt set in,
Hatred came after.
Irresponsibility took over.
Judgment was felt, all around us.
“Kids will be kids”...

Lonely forevermore,
Misery was our company...
Never parting.
One simple mistake...
Perfection was what we strived for,
Quitting was our answer.
Rationality was no longer felt.
Soullessness soon replaced simplicity.
Truth was forgotten...
Useless as before.
Variety and spontaneity
Were thrown out the door.
Xeric was the land, forgotten to the world.
Youthful and plain.
Zero emotions were ever felt again as eternity quickly faded.

Submitted: Friday, April 25, 2014

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