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The Lost Generation This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

June 2, 2008

By Kiersten W., Brooklyn, NY

Oh why have we settled in the unquiet darkness,
where the noise of the silence overwhelms our hearts?
And we fall apart –
the sun sets and it rises –
we make shapes of ourselves no one can see.
Oh why are we lost in these tears
if we’ve forgotten how to cry?
If absence makes the heart grow fonder
can we hold on much longer?
We are burning in a drought of faith,
unnoticing as the stars are earnestly shining,
desperately bleeding light.
Oh how ironically hopeless
is every star’s forgotten fight,
for we are just uselessly drowning
under the weight,
under the honesty of the unspoken.
Oh the noise of the silence overwhelms our hearts.
I believe we are skillfully crafted
inexplicable accidents,
and our hero – the potter –
is too late.


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6 comment(s)
I love this poem, it is so well written!
Jan. 12, 2018 at 10:16 AM • Report
loved it :)
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Nov. 29, 2017 at 9:27 PM • Report
I think this really speaks, to everyone who is trying to be someone they're not, because while no one see's us, we sculpt ourselves into what society wants, not what we need, which is ourselves. I think this speaks to everyone with health issues, because like me We fake our being okay to please those around us, because we don't want to worry them. I think this poem speaks to those who have fallen into depression, because instead of fighting it, we let the dark hours consume the light hours. so we fail to see the good in everything, just because we are "flightless". It in all aspects, speaks to everyone who has Ever had to fight something, or fight for something. I think this poem is what a lot of us needed, cause I know I did.
Oct. 16, 2017 at 12:52 PM • Report