Why Society Feels Dead
When the music shoves the feet and the faces rotate, no one makes it out alive.
There were breakthrough lights
in the greyness of the clouds.
Look around;
there is no one
on the green tennis of the field
upon which light had beamed.
*
They are hiding behind
headphones,
earphones,
blocking out peers.
So grave
like grey clouds.
What can control our delusions?
Delusion of life after death
death after life.
You walk the street,
but you arenโt going anywhere
after the clock strikes six.
After the mountains are filtered by the fog.
Who is there for us to scream down on?
*
Cars driving by
Conversationโs going black.
Voices pulverized by the pistons.
You hear that someone is stressed.
This group is better than them;
they have no friends.
Hidden emotion
clipped by the wind.
*
Even in cafes,
music shoves the feet.
They whisper into the tune of the day
as the faces rotate,
sitting like a product with their backs up straight.
Not a single word with an aim,
all so the coffee beans could get paid.
Moving south, moving east
they go to the club during the night.
Not a single ounce of them had made it out alive.
Society is dead.
No one knows you;
no one knows what is true
About you.
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Noir Writer & Close Reader. Spotting the elements of Eloquence.
Survivor. Reclaiming my own territory.
Let us read each other and leave the page free. ๐๏ธ๐ฅ๐
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Comments (11)
Breathtaking poetry, Caitlin. Your poesy is both viscerally immersive and heartbreaking. As both Matt and Tim commented you have captured the isolation of the post-modern age. Can anyone truly know anyone else, even themselves in this noisy, angst-ridden age?
That was some productive people watching. Good on you for being able to step back and not get lost in the individuals so much that they obscured the crowd. ๐๐๐
Wow. Nicely done. Youโve conveyed a sense of isolation and also a sense of urgency, like the whole thing is fevered or panicked. Youโre right, things feel pretty rotten, in a desperate way.
I get what you mean. The imagery of people hiding behind headphones while the world around them stays empty is incredibly isolating. It feels like watching a ghost town where everyone is physically there but mentally miles away.
Caitlin! My goodness, it feels like every time I read a new piece by you, you've outdone yourself again. This was as poignant as it was true. Exceptional use of Language and brevity. This stirred me to my soull.
I think you've put what is actually going on into words so perfectly. While social media was meant to be used as a tool to bring you closer to friends and family that were far away, it didn't seem to quite work that way, did it? We ignore the people here in our lives and market ourselves to strangers online. We aren't people anymore. We are a product. And we are always escaping our reality. It's weird. I have a no phone rule when I'm with someone. If we go out, I don't wanna look at the back of your phone. I wanna see your face. I wanna talk to you. This was a wonderful but also sad and true story, Caitlin. ๐ฉต
Very thought-provoking, thankyou for sharing xx
"It is as if you were holding a lens and performing an autopsy. I really liked the ending. I hope your creativity, which sets an example, brings light and hope to your soul. Health above all." -Nice picture-
The imagery here is as vivid as they come. i especially like the verse about the phones...and society slowly loses its life the more progress we make. Too true, Caitlin.
It feels like it, doesn't it? Societies start rotting from the top, and when the powerful countries are ruled by psychopathic megalomaniacs it will inevitably affect everything and everyone. We need to resist and fight this dread and rot.
This was so profound, poignant, and has so much truth to it. Loved your poem!