Three ages in two;
Maturity flourishes like
The weed in fertile ground
As the once innocent child
Sees their happy world crumble.
The world against itself,
Brother against brother,
Friend against friend,
Nation against nation.
The good is thrown out the window
To be trampled on
In the muddy streets
That hold lost hope
and crushed dreams.
The only world we know
Against its shattered self.
The battle of the centuries
Is time against itself,
The enemy against themselves,
The soldier against himself.
About the Creator
Ava D
Bringing pieces of me and my heart to the page that I don’t show elsewhere, my good side and my bad sides— hope all my sides are good stories to tell. Enjoy!!
Poetry
Fiction
Novels
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Fighting the tides
My left leg eagerly bounces up and down. My heart races, and the sweats come in. I'm not waiting; I'm ready and loaded. Every morning, I wake up in the same state. Every day is taken with the same level of eagerness, mixed with a bit of anxiety, a dash of authoritarianism and a colossal ton of impatience.
By Aathavi Thanges6 days ago in Psyche
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.