Hopeless On Ice Poem by Akash Justin Ovian

Sometimes it feels like,
There's no understanding
Like the drunk old lord above,
The world staggers fast
Into oblivion and madness,
Into endless confusion
With the earth on its knees
Spinning on endless emptiness
I would wonder forever,
About the suffering that we feel
Wonder about the,
Endless pain that we know
And the violence and hatred,
That we brew within ourselves
And the pain that inflicted
On the children of hate

We are both wise and we're foolish,
Like the great kings of old
With compassion and kindness,
Mixed with greed and ambition
There are children that fall,
In their childish old laughter
Fall into hell,
Where their dreams are turned bad
The demons and angels,
Are none other than ourselves!
We're the ghouls of our memories,
Haunting ourselves

I wonder if the world can change
Just for its own sake
I wonder if the world can move,
Away from all this hate

The Earth will keep spinning,
Till the suns gives up on us
With the wizards still smoking,
On their broken old pipes
With the sailors still wandering,
Searching for more hope
And the pioneers of machines,
Looking for their lost bolts

The world will keep sinking,
Into repetitive sickness
Where every disease,
Is made of memory and pain
Pleasance is never found,
In memory you see
For memory can only,
Be catastrophe