Waking up
There comes an age,
in which you reach a stage,
where you have to turn the page,
and everything you knew -- turns to dust.
Love and trust,
is replaced by temptation and lust.
Where need becomes greed
and children smoke weed.
And that look in a child's eyes,
as the ones he loved shed their disguise,
and everything he believed in turned out a lie.
Where monsters in closets no longer hide,
but instead walk among us in the outside,
and slowly tear apart,
our once innocent heart...
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country
Our world