Why Such Anger and Sorrow

Why such anger…your anger…rapidly increasing with every mutter that I make…stipends of tantalizing evidence…your alcohol adventures,

It makes me wonder…are we all slaves to our own bodies…your blood pressure must assumingly be rising to meet your vocal monstrosities,

Although this saddens me most…the sounds of empathy I must make in your regard…oh you tortured soul without reason and the utmost doubt,

The eternal wording to mark the existence of such a startling air around you…I fear to come close for possible infection myself…drunken masquerades.


So it is that the fancies of nightlife…the obelisks that overlook the tavern door…waiting for your exit with a stumble and a fall…please don’t fall,

I wish only the best for you…but I don’t wish to be close anymore…the material gluttony has overtaken a once pure energy that explored,

I am much sorrowed that the darkness of the blackest forests have found a breeze to make it among the airways of your bodies crevices,

I can’t help but think…Why humanity wishes to follow down the path of liquid drowning at every turn…I will never understand.

It is without doubt and prose that I ask not in storyline measure…but as an emotional distress as to why you must continue the destruction,

A hollowed tree that lies among the great forest of Gaia’s beauty and regard…as to the squirrels that eagerly runs over your bark to reach their next meal,

Your time spent here as a withered object among the flourishing populations exceeding…proceeding…succeeding…please understand and listen,

Pull the hands from behind you and push off the ground…rise to see that sun…its rays shining brightly…precisely among the leaves almost gleaming.


There is hope…an excess of non-virtuous extremes that should not bind you…I ask that your individuality find your greater good,

The need for change is upon you…but yet you falter through…I fear there may not be a chance to make you understand the billions of others,

The masses before you that have made these mistakes…Hogarth had the right imagery…Gin Lane at its peak…oh society I hope you see,

When the Pinnacle of individuality makes its peak…the human spirit self-destructs…please I ask you to put the liquid on a shelf…life awaits.

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Sueswan 5 years ago

Beautiful and heartwrenching.

We can't help someone who is not willing to help themselves.

Voted up and awesome


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BakerRambles 5 years ago from Baltimore, MD Author

Very well said

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