This is no complex political statement poem, this is no revolutionary call to action, there are no big words or literary devices to modify it, this is simply a thought from an American, not an American poet, just a simple American, one who has no political ties, none of that bollocks.
I’m only 25, I know I’m not the most intelligent man on Earth, but I have tried my hardest to learn what I can every day, I appreciate history, I’m thankful for science and I read comics
I wrote this today on a piece of paper while looking at the sea, stuck it in my pocket, and came home…
I’ve always come back to TC, I have good friends here, good times, alot of laughs and most of all it takes me away from my current position, Long Beach California…
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We’re running out of money…
It all goes to gas and food,
Water is scarce, and people don’t realize it because they’re too busy paying for gas.
We’re just trying to live,
Stores and local businesses are closing every day, even the fuckin banks, crime is everywhere and jobs are hard to come by…
Houses cost a shitload, food costs a shitload, gas costs a shitload and we all don’t have that much…
I see it getting worse everyday, and many people don’t even notice, and if they did, they probably wouldn’t even care…
I feel like my country is going into a type of depression or something…
I have no idea how to improve, I’m already trying my hardest, I take money to my parents, I work all day and night and I feel like its not good enough…
“Whats going to happen to America?
Whats going to happen to its people?”
My family?”
Sometimes I can’t help but think…
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